Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Scandal-induced marriage • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

( 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝟏) "Some storms don't come to destroy... they come to reveal who we truly are." He loved her once - like she was the only light in his dark, shattered world. Now, he can't even bear the sound of her name. Farzeen, the woman who once lived in Mudassir's heart, has become a stranger to him. A cruel twist of fate wiped away every memory of the love they shared - leaving behind only bitterness, hatred... and an unspoken ache buried deep beneath his broken soul. But love isn't always gentle. Sometimes, it tests you. Sometimes, it breaks you before it makes you whole again. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, Farzeen fights to bring back the man who once cherished her - even as the world turns its back on her after a tragedy that stole everything she was. Will she find the strength to rebuild what fate has broken? Or are some loves meant to live only in memories - forgotten and unforgiven? Because the hardest journey isn't finding love... It's finding your way back to it.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

"I'd even find you among a crowd of hundred people." "𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑠 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑦! Crowd of hundred people, 𝑡𝑢𝑚 value 𝑏𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑦𝑒 million 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑦." Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet to die in this "post-modern" century, despite the "conventional" descent. Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. You don't know if that's a mere coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely is something meant to happen. Something like that happened to these two wounded souls, who were walking on a lost path, until they both collided, as if the universe made them lose their way just for them to meet, because they knew the way to each other's right path. They had to have each other to reach their destination. Their lives were sealed together and souls were intertwined. Shaheer Junejo didn't expect the intoxicating beauty to be the key to his revenge game, and Gule Shah didn't know the hunky beast was holding onto her for a completely different plot twist, not for the delusional reason she thought to be love.

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

Short stories collection where love and characters lives.... join various couples and families in their journey called life... where they will learn how to live,how to love, how to fight for love and with love, and how to surpass each hurdle to reach the ultimate destination.... ETERNAL LOVE ❤️ Copyright ©All right reserved

❝ We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross paths for a reason ❞ Ibrahim Qureshi, 29-years-old. CEO of the Qureshi enterprises. Handsome and hardworking. His mother's only worry is to see him settled in life; with a wife and a baby. But he was too busy at work to care about marriage. Mawra Hussain, 24-years-old. Assistant of the famous CEO. Lovely and confident. Just like every other parents, hers wanted her to get married and have a little family of her own as well. But she was rejecting every other proposal, her parents thought was eligible for her. Theirs was a strictly professional life, they were never meant to cross paths apart from the office hours. Which took a huge flip when Ibrahim's family goes to ask Mawra's hand in an arranged marriage, shocking the both of them. Join in the journey of Ibrahim and Mawra, of how they become from boss and employee to husband and wife. ••• Word Count: 61,026 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

What happens when Murtasim runs into someone he thought he had lost? Especially if that person had hid something precious to him all this time? How will he react when he finds out the lies surrounding him? Read to find out more! [ Post separation SS] Disclaimer: I do not own Tere Bin, or any of the related characters. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All of the scenes written are imaginary and are not intended to hurt or harm anyone's beliefs.

Meerab's confession because we didn't get it in the show. This is after episode 38...meetab has realized she's in love with Murtasim. How will she confess? no Anas/mariyam drama