Mehmel khan, a girl abandoned by her parents craves love but each time she gets disappointed until someone enters her life and gave her all the love which was snatched away from her. All Rights Reserved.

For Nazli, the world is limited from her tribe to the Forbidden Valley. For Asadullah, the world is limitless and his for taking. *** "You should be honored that a man like I have taken such an interest in you!" Asadullah smirked, swirling his small handgun on his index finger. The green-eyed girl paled - her skin already porcelain white and quite different from any other he had seen in the country before. She was definitely beautiful even in her less than impressive rags. "Asadullah hardly makes such a generous offer." He said, liking the self-praise more than he wanted to admit. She shook her head - her dainty fingers wringing in her golden braid. Little Goldilocks. "Think again, little girl. The blood of your people will be on your hands." *** The setting is in Gilgit in a fictional valley called the Forbidden Valley. The image is not mine. The story and characters are.

Hoorain Mujtaba, a kind, pious, innocent naive girl was always protected from the cruelty of the world under the wings of her parents. Being the only daughter, she was the apple of their eyes, loved and pampered by her family until one unfortunate day her world came crashing down when she lost her parents in a tragic accident just at the age of eighteen, leaving her shattered with a broken soul, broken dreams and hopes as her own people betrayed her. After the demise of her parents, she started living with her mamu family however her mami wasn't pleased with her staying over. Experiencing the harshness and cruelty of the world at such a young age made Hoorain firm and strong. She eventually learned to hide her pain behind her alluring vsmile and only mourn in front of her dear Allah. Besides that she had immersed herself in the fictional world of novels in the hope that one day she'd find someone who'd take her far away from the world and fill her void with his immense love and kindness. Zaviyar Ansar, A well reputed and successful pilot situated in London. At the age of 16 he had lost his most precious person of his life, his father leaving him no choice but to become strong and a pillar of support for his family being the only son and brother to his two little sisters. He put his father's wish of studying in London and becoming a pilot above, hence he permanently shifted there while his family stayed back in Pakistan. His father's death had left a huge impact on him, turning him into a mature, responsible and serious guy that he never was. He had spent a hefty time in loneliness and working hard to provide for his family that he lost himself in the process. Two different people but going through the same pain and loneliness and yearning for a pure love that can heal and complete their broken soul. What will happen when these two will be bound together in an arranged marriage when he pays a visit to Pakistan for his sister's wedding??

"Humdam" is the story of an innocent, motherless girl whose world revolves around her father, and a grieving single father who lost his wife during childbirth. Brought together in an arranged marriage, their bond begins with silence but slowly blossoms into a healing love neither expected. So let's see what will happen in their life and what will destiny hold for them....

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

When Zarman abducts Inayah to settle an old family score, he plans to use her as leverage in the jirga. But the elders decree a twist of fate: she is now his responsibility. Bound by duty yet fueled by hatred, Zarman must protect the woman he swore to ruin. As resentment collides with unexpected desire, both face a question neither imagined-can love grow where vengeance first took root?

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

When she was simple, bubbly, dramatic and sweet girl from middle class family who loves her family and friends. One day she did mistake of interfering in her brother's fight and ended up getting attention of his rival. Sidharth jatoi. Rebellious and wild. He will do anything to make her his not because of love but his zidd he gets anything he wants and now he wants her. The more she ignores and refuse him the more he wants her. I looked at her for first when she was wrapped in red saree like some seductress. Long silky hair moving along as she runs. Running barefoot on empty highway, in distress with tears in her breathtaking hazel eyes. She stopped and looked at me with hope in her doe innocent eyes like i was her saviour but little did she know that darkness she was running from was no one but me I am jatoi and my love for her is Red so is my hatred. Why was i suddenly thrown to death himself just because of sins my brother had committed. Running from devil i unintentionally ran to devil. I didn't know devil would possess such a beauty that captivated my soul but that beauty meant nothing when he was ugly inside. He cadged me, took my freedom and held me responsible for sins of my brother I am sana and my hate for him is Red so is my love. You will see glimpse of my top 3 favourite story in this one Mahr-o-maah, Khudsar and Muhafiz. Also, jatoi's character has done cameo in Muhafiz chapter 16

RUINED TRILOGY book-2-Ruined you Limited Chapters- 10 "She was meant to be under my protection... not buried in my heart. Too young, too innocent-everything I should have stayed away from. But from the moment I saw her, I was already hers. This isn't just a love story. It's the line between right and forbidden... and I crossed it." Beneath His Shadow An age-gap romance that blurs the lines between duty and desire.

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK3 He killed a man that night. And she saw it happen. Not on the news. Not in the headlines. With her own eyes. Barefoot in the alley behind the minister's house. Heart pounding. Breath stolen. And then - their eyes met. She should've run. He should've silenced her. But neither did. Because Zafar Chaudhary didn't fall in love like normal men. The moment Hurain saw the devil in him, he decided she'd never see anything - or anyone -other than him again. She became his weakness. His obsession. The only softness he didn't know how to destroy. But Hurain? She wasn't some naive girl waiting to be loved. She saw what he was - a monster in silk, a storm in control. And she hated him for it. Feared him. And yet... she could never fully turn away. Because sometimes, when the devil watches you like you belong to him... a part of you starts to wonder if maybe you do. This isn't a love story. It's a war. Between hate and hunger. Between a man who doesn't understand the word "no" - and a girl who refuses to say yes.