A gunshot echoes in the rain. Haya's father, Siraj Sheikh, kneels before Yawar Kazmi, trembling. He owes Yawar a massive debt after a failed business deal that involved smuggling under Kazmi's watch. Yawar's eyes shift to the young girl standing at the doorway - Haya. Innocent. Untouched by this darkness. His lips curl into a calculating smirk. "The debt will be cleared... if she becomes mine."

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

Amir turned to look at Benazira, and finding no other choice Benazira also looked at him through her eyelashes. His gaze was so intense, she had started to tremble. Her lips trembled and she started to feel cold, even tough it wasn't cold. It was the affect he had on her. Amir on the other hand had plans in his mind. They weren't supposed to have a stop unless it was his house, but when he found her looking at him secretly he couldn't help it. He took his suit off, and pulled his tie aggressively. She stared at him in a state of puzzlement, trying to figure out what was he trying to do. He pushed back his chair horizontally, so that it was flat. She blinked a couple of times, as she finally figured it out. The thing that had haunted her dreams. Her heartbeat accelerated, as she attempted to open her side of the door. It was all in vain, because it was locked. Shyness took the best of her as her eyes became teary. "You want to keep me your secret-" He muttered as he grabbed her hips and moved her on top of him. She yelped, not expecting him to be that strong. "Then let me be your little secret, Nazire." He slowly finished, as he connected his lips to her.

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.

[Under Editing] *Ruthless Mafia x innocent girl* Sheza Khan youngest daughter of Kabir Khan, a minor gangster. . She is eighteen years old. She is a calm and peaceful yet naive-minded girl. Not being treated well, she is an innocent and very shy type of girl. Have difficulties in communication. Afraid of being in public places. She is a pure Muslim. Always into Quran and namaz. She is very weak and sensitive. But on other hand, There is Saad Junaid Khan, the only son of Junaid Khan, a destructive and dangerous mafia. People shiver upon hearing their name, his dark and murky aura is something unbearable and treacherous. He is twenty-four years old very cunning and manipulating. Sluts are always around him. Is a Muslim but doesn't believe in Allah. But what will happen when two different poles will join together with papers? Two different souls will be united together with a contract marriage. Would Sheza be able to make him believe in Allah? Will they be able to fall in love with each other or make a different way in future? Let's witness the what future holds for them. ___________________________________________ #1 in #saudi (21/07/23) #2 in #agnstwithhaapyending(21/07/23) #2 in Khan (1/09/23) #1 in obsession (11/10/13) #2 in India(11/10/23) #2 in agnst(14/10/23) #1 in agnst (31/1/24) ⚠️I don't own the pictures, the storyline is also mine. Please don't copy my work. If you don't like it, please take off from this story, don't report.⚠️

"Please.. please i am scared of you" "Shh don't be scared I will not do anything" he shushed her, and stared her... then gently he grabbed her long thick soft locks in his hard veiny masculine hand. "Please.. I don't love you" heart wrenching sobbed come out from her plumpy pink lips. "what a coincidence darling, I also don't love you.. Hmm" suddenly his grip tight on her locks. "keep that in your little head... THAT YOU ARE FUCKING MINE" "DID YOU UNDERSTAND" he shouted. "I asked you something did you" "my little girl" his deadly hollow eyes bore into her innocent ones .. "Ye..yes yes". She answered fearfully. "yes what little girl" "Yes... sir" "My little good girl" he caress her head.

~ completed Haniya Khalid, a young 19 year old who recently moved to Pakistan with her family, only to find the reason of their move was the mafia being after her family for some debt, but after the young lmafia leader sets his eyes on her, he has other plans. Malik Fayez Khan, a young Handsome, hardworking and introverted CEO of Khan enterprise, but also the mafia leader of a secret organizations, the most feared group in the country, who once set eyes on Haniya, all he had thought of changed. What does destiny have planned out for these two young people living in two separate lives? #1 - destiny - 25.12.23