She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.

Worlds change, when eyes meet. Ayla's life isn't as perfect as it seems, the sun does not always shine and the smiles she wears are not always real. Uzair's life isn't as miserable as he thinks, deep deep down there is an ember- a flame- that needs a little love and time to grow. Join their journey to see which heart wins, the game of love or revenge? (Re-written and edited since previous publish) WARNING: May contain strong language.

She looks up at him, tears falling from her eyes thinking, was this the same man who was once completely smitten by her, who used to get worried seeing tears in her eyes. Not able to bear his mocking, Mushk strides towards him giving him a tight slap. He stops laughing and holds his cheek, turning towards her who gets shocked seeing the rage burning in his eyes Fear slowly erupts in her body and she steps back trying to run away from him. She runs towards the door. Mushk screeches in pain when a hand from back holds her hair tightly and pulls her back. She starts thrashing in his grip, tears pouring from her eyes. She was scared, so scared! Her heart was pounding in terror as she shivered in his arms. "You slapped me? How fucking dare you?!" Zohan screams in rage, making her flinch. He drags her towards the bed and pushes her on top. She immediately sits up moving back trying to get away from this beast. Seeing her moving back, he holds her ankle and pulls her towards him making her scream, he hovers above her with a sinister look on her face. The thunder roared at him in anger, telling him to stop but he paid no heed. It slowly stopped roaring, defeated. Small water drops fall on the ground which soon turns into a heavy rain, as if crying with the girl telling her they are with her, trying to give her some solace. The birds flew from there hearing loud wails filled with pain, crying at the poor souls fate. That night the angels returned to Allah with their heads bowed down in anger and hurt, crying for an innocent girl and cursing a particular man. Urdu dialogues are translated in the chapters. rest of the description, inside!

His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

A Collection of Short Stories which mostly contains romance but, along with few amazing twists and thrills! You can expect stories in different genres varying from Romance to Teen Fiction to Spiritual to Mystery! Join the journey of many amazing people in this book and read the fun and love filled stories. #1 in cutecouple #4 in shortstorycollection out of 11.6k #7 in stories out of 50k

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

Book #1 of 'ek qismat' series Could be read as a standalone Ek lamha: we are just pawns in a bigger game. In a village of Lahore, two feudal families: Shah and Khan, fight for the throne ever since everyone can remember. However, what the others do not know is that once they used to be friends. One existed because of the other. After their feud, both families thought they would get rid of the other but each generation, as history repeats, attracts each other. However, it always ends the same way: the feud gets bigger. Now the new generation is trying to live up to their family name but will they be able to stay away from each other? Started: May 2025 Published: September 2025 Completed: December 2025 #1 on LAHORE

Five people. Five lives. Five tales. Each of them is struggling through life and these struggles aren't something extraordinary. The journey is of friendship, questioning norms, fighting set standards and in doing so, maybe, stumbling upon love as well.

When she poisoned him, she never expected him to fall into a coma for two long years... and she never imagined he would wake to hate her and she definitely didn't think she'd need seduction to get him back. Raad Zaveri-the devil of South Asia, the Kingpin of Islamabad, Pakistan, is a towering 6'5" force of nature. Feared across continents, ruthless in business, merciless to his enemies, yet soft and utterly devoted to the one woman who betrayed him. Aayat Zaveri, his childhood love turned wife, is sweet, gentle, and fiercely loyal but a single, desperate mistake has shattered everything between them. Now, he cannot look at her without remembering the betrayal. Yet, the pull she holds over him is undeniable. Her touch, her presence... the very thought of losing her drives the grumpiest, most imposing kingpin to the brink. In a world ruled by power, obsession, and danger, Raad and Aayat must navigate the thin line between hate and desire. Can love survive when betrayal and possession collide? Can two hearts that were once inseparable find their way back from darkness? And remember, Raad isn't a man who shares, at all.

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.