VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK2 It began with a kiss. Not a romantic one. Not soft or planned. It happened in the dark - between a loaded gun and a murder that was never supposed to be happened. She was Eighteen. He was a shadow in her hallway. That kiss wasn't love. But it ruined him. And it marked her. AJ had come to kill. To burn the world that had once taken everything for him. But she stopped him - not with a weapon, not with fear... just with one terrified, trembling kiss. Since that night, he's been obsessed. Not in the way people write about love - but in the way nightmares follow you long after the morning comes. She became his fixation. His sickness. His hasrat. And Sara? She was never the girl who asked for his attention. She never wanted to be seen by him - not like that. But AJ sees her everywhere. Her blue eyes. Her silence. Her fear. To him, it's devotion. To her, it's a cage. This isn't a story about love. It's about possession. About what happens when a girl becomes the obsession of a man who doesn't understand boundaries. A man who calls madness loyalty. And a girl who keeps running... even though some part of her wonders what would happen if she stopped.

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.

When they are cousins and he has put his claim on her ever since she was born. They can fight all they want but everybody knows she's his. They belong with each other

COUISN LOVE STORY OF SIDNAAZ Two brother's of Nawab family who became rivals after death of their father for throne of Bahawalpur(Princely state). They divided state into half and forbidden each other to enter other's property To end this enemy between her sons, Bi jaan faked heartache and ask them to marry their children with each other and consider it her dying wish, both brother agreed to get their children married but their children were nowhere happy with this forged marriage, Where Sidharth falls for unknown girl in burqa without knowing it's his own betrothed whom he fail to recognised in normal attire until one day till then they have made each other's life hell by living under same roof same room WARNINGS -DOES NOT REPRESENT ISLAM AT ALL -CONTAIN MATURE THEME READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

*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.

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove