التيم Betrothed by decree, not desire, Aahil Ziyad and Ruya Layal enter a marriage shaped by power and expectation. He is the prince who bends rules until they snap, careless with privilege, reckless with charm, and drawn to defiance; she is measured, observant, younger yet steadier, and unwilling to be dazzled by a crown. Opposites collide with a force that is at once scorching and relentless, every glance and word charged with a heat that consumes. In the space between them grows a tension neither knows how to name. In the gilded confines of duty, attraction turns consuming, and love reveals itself not as comfort, but as 𝐴𝑙-𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑚.

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

Some One shots on Pakistani drama couple of Thora Sa Haq Zamin and Sehar. The one shots will show romance,love and intimacy between the couple like never seen on screen. Meaningful dialogues will make these One shots a treat to read. Cover by @meha_k. Thank you so much #2 Pakistan out of 60k highest ranking (April 2021 #2 Pakistan (august 2020) #1 hotlove (29.9.2020) #1 hotlove (2.10.2020-3.10.2020) #1 hotlove 18.10.2020-23.10.2020) #1 Imran Abbas(3.1.2021) #16 Urdu (23.5.2021) English translation added in brackets Mature content due to detailed various sex acts

Some love stories are written in fate... but lost in time. When industrialist Ranvijay Agnihotri arrives in the quiet village of Mehargarh, he expects nothing more than a business venture. But fate has other plans. In the heart of the village, he meets Durga, a young woman with fire in her spirit and warmth in her soul. What begins as a fleeting attraction soon turns into an all-consuming love. Promising to return with his family and make her his forever, Ranvijay leaves for the city-only to disappear without a trace. Back in Mehargarh, Durga waits. Her calls go unanswered. Her world collapses when she is forced into marriage with a man who has always been obsessed with her, a man who played a cruel trick to separate her from Ranvijay. Years pass. Destiny intervenes. When Durga and Ranvijay cross paths again, his eyes hold no recognition but her heart refuses to forget. As buried truths resurface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will love conquer oblivion? Or will time and fate win once again? ....

A Legion of Legends from your favorite SULTANATE. The Gashkori and Dehwaar Heirs would never be the same without these loyal men standing behind them like strong pillars. DARBAAR is all about Murtuza and his pledge of allegiance to his Nawaab Jahaangir Ali Dehwaar. DARBAAR is all about Jamaal and his loyalty to his Sir Mahad Qays Gashkori. DARBAAR is all about Huzaifaa and his protectiveness for his Boss Baasit Uzair Gashkori. And DARBAAR is all about your passion for these men!

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

kahani hai ye mohabbat ki . hayat mehmood ki sehjaad Yusuf ki dono ki mohabbat ki beloshi ki .Jan ne ke liye aap khud padhe

📖 Maala Novel - Story in Roman Urdu. A powerful tale of love, loyalty, and sacrifice. Maala follows the emotional journey of a young woman as she navigates through life, identity, and relationships. Each episode brings deep emotions, spiritual reflections, and unforgettable twists. 💔 A unique blend of love and sacrifice 🖋️ Written by the renowned author Nimrah Ahmed Note: I am continuing from where some other author has stopped posting.

"Kabhi kabhi zindagi ek khwab ki tarah lagti hai, magar jab khwab toot'tay hain to sirf tanhai aur dard baqi reh jata hai. Hansi ke peeche chhupa dukh, Khamoshiyon mein chhupe raaz, Alfaz mein chhalakti mohabbat, Aur dil mein panhan andhera. Chaar zindagiyon ka safar ek doosray se judta hai. Lekin jab mohabbat ka rasta maut se ho kar guzray... to kahani kis anjaam tak pohanchti hai? Ye sirf ek dastaan-e-mohabbat nahi, Ye tanhai aur taqdeer ka sauda hai."