Dobara. Phir se. Again. Once more. |Raqs| Hadeed could hear the cheers of everyone who had caught up. He could hear the bottle of sparkling water being popped. But he could only see her. Brown assessing eyes, narrowed as she smiled with them, full lips and red cheeks and silk like hair. His lips turned up in a smile, at the corners, like he was sharing some sort of joke and then he was stepping forward and she was in his arms and he was spinning her around and oh God. Oh God. This hadn't happened before. He hadn't felt this before. Ever before. |Ba Dastoor| "I don't know. It shouldn't be like this. I don't feel those butterflies when I'm with him. I don't feel giddy in my stomach or excited and jittery. My heart doesn't race." "What do you feel?" Diya couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her mouth would open but the right words wouldn't come out. She wanted to cry pitifully. Because as soon as the words came together, she knew. "Safe." Her voice broke. "At home. Like I've known him forever. Like I could make any mistake in the world and he wouldn't care. Like his arms are the only place I'd ever want to be. Like his words are the antidote to any poison I could think of. Like he and I were made from the same fabric." Her voice trailed off and tears pooled in her eyes. "When he looks at me, I know I'm going to be okay. And if I don't. Then he promises me that he'll make it okay." //// Heavily unedited 😭

Kuch daastanein Ishq ki, kuch afsaanein muhabbat ke aur kuch qissay pyaar ke. ~~~~~ This is a short stories book

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?

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

Haider khan, who lost his first love in a car accident and hid this secret with himself deep in his heart. Izza khan who loves him in the shadows without letting him know. But one night changes everything in their life and he had to marry her despite knowing that he didn't forget his first love. Yun ilzam na laga meri mohabbat par, Meine tho bas mohabbat ki hai koi gunah nahi.

Amira Ahmed doesn't remember the last time she felt happy. The last time she felt love. She doesn't remember when was the last time she was ever free from her responsibilities. All she ever did was work, work, work. That's it. When she got married she didn't expect much from the marriage as well. She couldn't feel happiness in anything she did. She was a lost little girl searching for happiness. When her husband left her the very next day of marriage, she didn't complain and waited for him. Not because she loved him but because he had a life in his hands which she loved dearly. Waqar Ahmed was a man full of confidence, anger, violence and emotionless. He wasn't a man people mess with. He married not because he fallen in love, he married because he had a debt to clear. He liked his space and hated to be disturbed. He always sets his goals clear and make sure to achieve them. He was just a man who is lost. He hates people who are always sad and agitated to do something, including his wife. He hates her for her coldness. He knew what she was and what she had become. Waqar Ahmed and Amira Ahmed were not the perfect couple. There weren't married out of love but married out of compliance. She knows her role so does he. Everything was going good. But... What happens when the secrets are revealed? What happens when the secrets held deep inside the hearts are torn open? --------------------------------------------- All the characters are fictitious and are not related to any real life incidents or any person. This is a totally fictional story and is based wholely on writer's imagination. Do not copy the author's work without permission. All rights belong to the writer only. The picture used in the book belongs to the respective people. The sole purpose of using them for character visuals.

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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

Ayzel Khan was never the obedient kind- chubby, loud, childish by choice, sharp-tongued by nature, living life between laughter, chaos, and unfinished textbooks. Marriage was the last thing on her list... especially with him. Captain Zarrar Khan lived by rules- discipline in his veins, silence in his authority, control in every breath he took. Love was a distraction. Marriage was a responsibility. And Ayzel? She was everything he despised and couldn't ignore. When elders decide their nikah on Eid, consent becomes optional and fate turns cruel. Bound by blood, forced by tradition, and trapped under one name, they enter a marriage neither of them wants. "I didn't marry you because I love you, Ayzel. But now I'm your husband and once something is mine- I don't let it be taken." "You can cage my name, Captain... but if you think you own my soul, you'll have to destroy me first." But hatred has a dangerous habit. It blurs lines. It steals breaths. And sometimes... it turns into something far more terrifying than love.

Izhaar/اظہار - meaning Confession 2 hearts, longing to confess. One has not realised it, the other doesn't have the courage to admit. Zaira is the sunshine girl who makes everyone around her smile. Her talkative and bubbly personality is her quality trait. She's the 'Ronaq' of Khan Villa. She's sweet, warm and friendly and No one in the Khan Villa can imagine a day without her jolly talks. Faseel is the responsible child of the family, who is always working and handles everything. He's cold to outsiders but kind and loving to his family. However, he is serious whenever it is needed. The Khan gang is really scared of him and changes their way if he's anywhere near that place. Let us embark upon the journey of Zaira and Faseel finding the courage to confess their love. Filled with love, drama and joy, this tale will be your much needed escape from the reality