'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

Anam Ahmad is a second name of beauty and innocence. As a sister of Turkey's most feared mafia, she is familiar with all kinds of violence, but still has a beautiful heart that cares for everyone. She is a strong girl who can do anything to help her elder brother, and she knows very well that life is not a fairytale. This world is not as beautiful as it seems. "Dishaan Malik is totally opposite of her. He has a dark, intimidating aura with Greek God face . He possesses all the qualities that a woman craves for. She is 18 She is innocent She is beautiful He is 28 He is dominant He is rude They unknowingly got bound together in a bond called Nikah." ..................//..........//............. Give your love and support to my next story "SIDDAT"(an obsession) ...........//........//.......... Join their journey to know more. #4th rank in beauty out of 33.3k stories (14/03/2023) #3rd rank in beauty out of 31.3k stories (29/03/2023) #1st rank in intense out of 9.9k stories #1st rank in agegap out of 16.k stories

Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.

♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

In which a rebellious girl, the Nawab's sister, is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, even as she makes it her mission to make him do so-a mission that might lead to the Sardar's downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.

AATISH-E-ISHQ #1 ❝𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞❞. From entering into a forced arranged marriage at a young age to becoming a father. From becoming a father to burying his wife. And from burying his wife to giving his daughter the love of both the parents. The famous business tycoon has witnessed everything in his life. After spending 38 years, he never thought he would find love. But when he did... "Jee karta hai poori qaynaat uske qadmon mein laakar rakhdu", He confessed. ("I want to lay the entire universe at her feet") She was a 28-year-old rising event manager. That's when fate decided to spice up her life, making it a bit scandalous. "Bohot Mohabbat karta hu tumse, be-inteha", I shook my head. ("I love you so much, so much") "Hamare darmiyan bhaari umr ka farq hai. Aap samajhte kyu nahi". ("There is a huge difference of age between us. Why don't you understand?"). He could never look at anyone like the way he looks at her. To him, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Every time he sees her, he intends to get closer but she... She hides from him. She denies it, but the truth is, she is falling in love with him. "When he looks at me, I swear I can't breathe", I let out a heavy breath. The fear of the age gap, the fear of society, the fear of all the questions that will be raised on her character. Will these fears let them come closer? Or they'll never be together? _________________________________________ Want to know more? Then dive into their story to know what's gonna happen next.

A cousin love story Yaram Mir Sheikh Mysterious personality no one can ever read his mind A selfmade billionaire Age-31 Extremely handsome Very close to his Deen Darejaan Mir Sheikh Sweet and very timid girl Wife of Yaram Mir Sheikh Very insecure of herself Age -21 A sweetheart brown eyes with dimples Scared of her husband Taking care of her emaan

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

He calls her "Jaan E Namaz" the soul of his prayer!! She calls him "Zulum ka Sardar" The king of cruelty 🥹