𝘈 𝘋𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 She woke up on cold concrete. No memories. No voice. No name. One moment, she was a nineteen-year-old girl in 2025 Tamil Nadu. Next, she was bleeding in a dark alley in 2005 Karachi, with no idea how she got there or who she even was. She must learn to survive in a world of violence, politics, and dangerous men. But something is wrong. Not just with her missing memories. Something deeper. Something darker. A feeling she can't shake. A dread that wakes her at night. Flashes of things that haven't happened yet. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. And time is running out. The problem? She's voiceless, nameless, and trapped in a house full of secrets. And then there's Hamza. The man with dark eyes and darker secrets. The one who watches her like she matters. The one who whispers: "You rise from darkness. You bloom anyway." He speaks as if he loves her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. What she doesn't know: ↳ Hamza isn't who he claims to be ↳ His marriage is part of a dangerous game ↳ The lies he tells might be the only thing keeping her alive What he doesn't know: ↳ She's not from this time ↳ Her nightmares are warnings ↳ Some fires can't be controlled once lit In a world of spies and gangsters, where loyalties shift like sand, and love is just another weapon. She can't save everyone. But she can make them pay.

❝Ishq ya Ayyashi?❞ ❝Ishq.❞ ➭ In which, love is a revolution. ©realmrsbang

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"'We aren't what we deem to be.' Those words of hers, haunted the silence of a man who had almost forgotten his own name. In the land of Lyari, India's lethal spy's eyes fell upon Noor Zehra, who held ocean in her eyes and dagger in her words and mind impossible to manipulate. What if the stranger in the land of shadows realize she wasn't a stranger at all.

❝I can't imagine my life, without you.❞ 𐙚 In the disastrous, gangster all around, city of Lyari, there she roamed as a deception. Asset 4 was a ghost-a girl with a stolen name, she was crafted to be the perfect lie. Yet the grreatest deception wasn't the fake identity she gave the world, but the lie she told her own heart, about him. One wrong choice the house they dared to build will be nothing but ashes.∘˙ ✶

𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑. ___________ The town of Lyari is strife with rancour, deceit and a deplorable race to grab the seat of power. The Pathans and the Balochs have divided the reign of terror between themselves and rule the earth with an iron fist and bloodied knuckles. ___________ And there she was. A lone woman in the war of men. An outcast. ___________ Calculative, capricious, cruel and armed with a complete absence of accepted morals, history gives testament to the fairly Machiavellian yet remarkably astute diplomat that the she was - The only Gangster Queen of Lyari. ___________ 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 ___________ He was the undisputed ruler of the Balochs. A monster wrapped in obsidian silk, vicarious charm, quiet deception and masterful violence. A messiah for his men and a death sentence for his enemies. The Bastard King of Lyari. ___________ In this tornadic affair that threatens to tear the very fabric of the political canvas of Pakistan while something invisible yet devious gains swift momentum in the background, will Meera and Rehman ever find their hearts in sync?

₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆ [ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗩𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘏𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

[UNDER MAJOR EDITING] Cover credits-@KanhaiyakiSakhi9112 Book one of AaVan's tale. Mahabharara, an epic that teaches us about justice , sacrifices , pain , devotion and so on...... But what about love?! Everyone, almost everyone depends upon their Deity for almost everything but especially for pain, their pain. But does anyone care about their Deity's pain?! Seldom, but rest, they all depend upon them and if anything wrong happens they blame them, or even worse CURSE them. This story revolves around pain, betrayal and a beautiful love story that changes history. Note: The first chapter doesn't seem like Mahabharata BUT I assure you that it is. Disclaimer: This story is a total work of fiction. I do not intend to hurt anyone's beliefs, religion and most importantly their feelings. I do not own anything except for some of my OCs and the plot. This story is based on the one of the greatest Hindu epic- MAHABHARATA but there will be major changes and the story line will go according to my imagination and wish.

Cover and banners by: @KanhaiyakiSakhi9112 "Charyauvana", title owned by Vani; The Royal Dancer of Hastinapur. Admirers of her ethereal beauty and dance didn't just end in Hastinapur, they went way past its borders, throughout the whole of Aryavrat. Her beautiful dark orbs adorned with the darkest shade of kajal, captivated thousands of hearts. Her curvaceous body, perfectly sculpted face, naturally rosy lips and huge dark black orbs with hip length dark flowy hair, accelerated heart rates of many, including young princes to old kings. The youngsters were ready to give anything and everything just to take a look at her, especially while dancing. Many claimed her to be more beautiful than the Aapsaras of Swarg. BUT her heart beat just for HIM. Him, who didn't even know she existed. He, who only focused on his archery, failed to notice the loving stare of the same black orbs that made hundreds of people weak in their knees. But did she ever dare to look at him from a closer radius? The answer is no. Because she never deemed herself worthy enough. And one blissful day, his eyes fell on her and never looked away but it was late, too late. He was too late to notice her. She had already lost the glow in her eyes, and trust in love. Will he ever be able to love her enough to get that glow back to her eyes? To make her trust in love again? Stay with me to know more about them and their twisted love story.

Cover credit goes to @Kanhaiyakisakhi9112 His heart beat she was She was everything for his empty world He found peace in her chaos eyes She was none other than his dharma Dharmraj's dharma, Dharmini. . . . . . . . . This story is a total work of fiction. I do not intend to hurt anyone's beliefs, religion and most importantly their feelings. I do not own anything except for some of my OCs and the plot. This story is based on the one of the greatest Hindu epic- MAHABHARATA but there will be major changes and the story line will go according to my imagination and wish.