Found abandoned on the cold steps of a mosque one fateful night, Murtasim was given a home by Sardar Waqas Khan-but never a place he truly belonged. Raised under the Khan name, he grew up between gratitude and rejection. To the man who saved him, he was a son. To the world around him, he was a reminder of a past they refused to accept. So Murtasim spent his life repaying the one kindness that changed his fate, dedicating himself to the man who gave him a home. But there was one thing he could never surrender. His heart-which had belonged to only one person. Meerab Khan. The one person who saw beyond the name, the bloodline, and the whispers. The one person who never made him feel like an outcast. But loving her was never meant to be easy. Because how could a man who believed he had nothing ever dream of a future with the daughter of the house that gave him everything? Their eyes have confessed a thousand times what their lips never dared to say. But will they ever find the courage to give their love a voice... or will the world remind them that some love stories are simply too forbidden to ever have a happy ending?

"I never craved attention until I tasted yours." A tale of obsessive love. Murtasim sets his eyes on Meerab and stops at nothing to have her. A modern folk and fairy tale amalgamation. WARNINGS: Mature themes. Mature Language. Dark Themes. Dark Murtasim. Dark Meerab. First Posted April 2024.

The desert heat of the 1960s Sindh province wrapped around Murtasim Khan like a second skin, a constant reminder of the unforgiving land that had bred him. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, surveyed the horizon from atop his steadfast steed, as the beast's rhythmic breathing synced with the pulse of the parched earth beneath them. Murtasim's sharp features, carved by the relentless sun and a life of hardship, bore witness to countless battles and the weight of his people's hope. His lean, muscular frame was a canvas of dust and sweat, a silent declaration of his unwavering allegiance to the Shehsawar-e-Azadi, the rebels who called the desolate valleys their home. The valley sprawled below them, a stark contrast to the opulent palaces of the nawabs that dotted the landscape like gleaming jewels amidst the desert's poverty. His thoughts drifted to Meerab, the ethereal beauty whose name alone could stir the hearts of men and whose fate was bound to the very fabric of their feud. Engaged to Shahzeb, the union was a strategic move by her father, Altaf Ahmed, to strengthen the chains of oppression that held the peasants in check. What will happen when the paths of Murtasim, the fiery rebel, and Meerab, the jewel of the oppressive Nawab family, cross?

Murtasim Khan had never once been denied, until someone looked through him as though he were glass, her contempt so absolute it left no room even for hatred. The other took longer to understand what she'd been given.

The women in her world are given three choices. Be perfect. Keep secrets. Or run. At nineteen, Meerab Alarcón chose the third - leaving her family, Los Angeles, and Murtasim Khan behind. In that order. Eight years later, he walks back in like he belongs there. A man who notices everything, says nothing, and refuses to leave. She has two rules. Rule one: nobody gets close enough to hurt her. Rule two: Murtasim Khan is not an exception. She just can't figure out why rules are suddenly so hard to keep.

"Pleasure of love lasts but a moment. Pain of love lasts a lifetime." ¬Bette Davis

In the heart of Pakistan, fiery activist Meerab Ahmed clashes with arrogant agri-tech tycoon Murtasim Khan on a turbulent flight. Sparks fly, egos shatter, and fate forces them into an arranged marriage neither wants. As arguments turn into stolen glances and hatred melts into passion, two strong-willed souls discover that the greatest love stories are often born from the fiercest fights. Clash of Hearts- Where love wins not by surrender, but by choice.

Amidst a plauge that threatens to tear down the very fabric of existance, a weapon no one sees coming takes aim. An unassuming target. A sleek rifle. A calculated eye. A precise laser tag. He's already stepped well within hurting distance.

A famed legend. A rivalry older than empires. Ancient bloodlines ready to spill from the veins holding them at bay. For a fleeting moment Meerab and Murtasim thought they had found that place where their fingers could brush against each other for eternity. But it was lost before they even touched. Because Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.