Before they were the elders we know, they were young hearts caught in a storm of passion and sacrifice. This is the untold story of the generation that came before-a tale of timeless devotion, silent promises, and a love that bloomed even in the toughest rains This is a special part of the novel Sahar, focusing on the beautiful and untold love story of the elders

Love Story of Angar and Wafa.

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

Mahnoor never imagined that the man her family would choose for her nikah would be none other than her strict university professor-Dr. Ahad Zayn. When circumstances force them into an arranged marriage due to a family promise, both struggle to adjust to this forced companionship. Ahad is bound by duty but distances himself emotionally due to a dark past. Mahnoor, trapped between cultural expectations and her growing feelings, must decide whether to suppress her emotions or fight for a place in his guarded heart. As secrets unravel and hearts soften, a love story begins to bloom-one full of longing glances, quiet sacrifices, painful misunderstandings, and intense chemistry.

Hoorain Khanzada was the definition of purity-the ASP's daughter with a heart full of faith and a life planned in straight lines. Shameer Raizada was the chaos that tore those lines apart. He is the "Bad Boy" of Islamabad's elite-arrogant, lethal, and driven by a dark ego. He didn't marry her for love; he married her to own her. He wants to break her spirit, but every time she bows before her Creator, he finds his own stone-cold heart shattering. "You are mine, Hoor. Every breath you take, every prayer you whisper. Even if you hate me, you'll do it from the safety of my arms." He is a Lion who knows only how to hunt. She is a Wild Cat who refuses to be tamed. Can a man who has forgotten his Creator find his way back through the eyes of the woman he claimed to hate? Or will their pride destroy them both before the first prayer of dawn?

●・○・●・○・● ●・○・●・○・● ●・○・●・○・● The Malik's and the Khan's have been friends for god knows how many years. From their dad's meeting in Pakistan, going to America together, and now going on family trips randomly. This month, her beloved older brother is getting married to her best friend. What's going to happen when her brothers best friend comes back from college to attend the wedding? Will her feelings that she's shut away come back? Read to find out :) ●・○・●・○・● ●・○・●・○・● ●・○・●・○・●

Is it not love when the two made for one another find solace in each others' eyes? When they don't hurt but rather experience joy together? When they don't burn in the embers of their passion but rather enjoy its warmth? Is it still love if the two are so madly besotted with one another than they couldn't bear to hurt the other? Is it still love if it doesn't hurt? A different kind of love. A normal kind of love. For that which burdens the character of a woman, is not love at all. Following three couples as they not only navigate love, but honor, and pride as well.

------------------------------ᥫ᭡------------------------------ 𝑹𝒂𝒃 𝑫𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒊... 𝑨𝒑𝒏𝒂 𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒏𝒂... 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒊 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆 𝑼𝒔𝒌𝒂 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓... ✨ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝙕𝘼𝙍𝘼 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙔𝘼𝘼𝙍 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 - 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦. ~𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 ♡

"Why do you want to marry me if you don't even like me?" she asked, feeling frustrated. "Because I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else," he replied in a dull voice. What happens when they enter a nikkah bound by confusion and unspoken truths? Is his indifference real-or are deeper feelings hidden behind his silence?

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.