two spies. two lies. that were never supposed to entwine. an attraction that was never supposed to exist. the quiet lanes of lyari, home to both anayat and hamza - hides secrets they chase a common mission, unknowingly, in their own worlds, until they collided. pretending their hearts aren't involved. but somewhere between late nights, fake stories, guilty glances and unspoken care... the line between duty and love begins to blur. and in a world where trust can get you killed falling in love might be the most dangerous mission of all. hamza ali mazari x fem oc

the eldest daughter of jameel jamali is back from a short abroad trip to witness a new world of love and war for her. dhurandhar fic Hamza x oc x Uzair I only own the oc rest belong to the rightful owner

in a world ruled by loyalty, power, and unspoken rivalries, Hamza was never meant to fall in love-especially not with her. zahra, the daughter of rehman, is everything forbidden: fierce, perceptive, and bound by a legacy that stands in quiet opposition to hamza's own. what begins as chance encounters laced with tension soon spirals into something far more dangerous- a love that threatens to unravel alliances, expose buried secrets, and challenge everything they've been taught to protect.

𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗦 ━━ When Inayah had to choose between love and loyalty the first time, there was little she could do but surrender to love. But that had led her to a terrible reality. She had believed that to survive meant to be sacred. Despite that, when she is faced with the same choices from her past, she is forced to surrender to loyalty this time around. To live was to hide. Her furtive life spirals when her choices bring her to the forefront of bloodshed. ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 [ 𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗭𝗔 𝗔𝗟𝗜 𝗠𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗜 X 𝗙𝗘𝗠! 𝗢𝗖 ]⠀ᰋ ━━━ © rubyreveries ⠀⠀ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ﹙𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : ongoing﹚ ͏𝄒

What happens when one day you and your friend wake up in your favourite movie ROCKY X READER

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"If you do not want that bullet to go through her head" I spoke. She trembled sobbing. "Marry me" I spoke. Her eyes widened in shock. Her struggling halted and so did her sister's. "Why are you doing this to me Adeesh?" She sobbed. I gritted my teeth. I grabbed her jaw tightly. "9 years ago" I said. "You know what happened very well" I said vengefully. She sobbed. I was starting to get irritated. I took the gun and shot. Not at her mother. But the bullet barely missed her by an inch. Vedha screamed. Her knees buckled and she fell down. "If I can tell you one thing about me it's that Adeesh never misses sweetheart" I spoke. Her sobbings had subsided into hiccups. "Now be a good girl and get onto the mandap with me" she stood up with shaky legs and I held her palm tightly. I pulled her into the mandap that the priest had already cleaned and prepared. She stood on the mandap. The priest began to chant the mantras but I stopped him. "Just get to the main part" I said and the priest sighed. We exchanged the Varmalas made out of lotuses and roses and I tied the thali around her neck. Tears shedded down her face and dropped down to her locket. I leaned down to whisper in her ears and said. "Save your tears for later sweetheart. You have your whole life for crying"

[𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟] The story follows a girl named Y/n- yeah, you! who mysteriously finds herself transported into the world of her favorite fictional movie. In this new reality, she discovers that she is not just a random character but the sister of ..... ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Since when did I have a brother?" She frowned. The maids looked at her contempt. "Mi-miss.... If you don't stop playing, Garuda sir will surely put us on death row." "..... WHAT?!!" ━━━━━━━━━━━ But that's not it.... what's with this disruption of the plot, eh and why are these characters acting strange? And.... what she strongly believes that, the main protagonist, a heroic- monster knight of many, is now hunting her down, believing her to be a threat. Y/n is filled with fear and uncertainty, knowing that if she can't find a way to escape or change the course of events, she might meet a tragic end at the hands of the hero she once admired and go back to her own world!! ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Curse that gurdian angle who left me here to die!!"

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.