"Ya Tum kia kar rahai ho " said Ayla with tears. "Wohi jo mujhy bohat pehlai kar laina chaia thaa" Salar said with a smirk. "Kia Matlab haa tumhara"said Ayla. He let out a loud chuckle."abhi samjhata hon" he took off his belt and start taking steps towards her.........

Qaid-e-Ishq (Captive of Love) In the heart of Aligarh, where sprawling havelis cast long shadows over golden fields, power is not just inherited-it is enforced with blood and fear. Ali Asaf, the ruthless heir of the Ali haveli, is a man feared by all. Tall, sharp, and merciless, his word is law, and his anger has claimed more than just respect-it has claimed lives. For Asaf, loyalty is everything, and betrayal is punishable only by death. Yet fate, cruel and unpredictable, brings into his world an innocence he never expected. Aysel Khan, the timid and gentle daughter of Wahid Khan-the Ali family's most trusted servant-knows nothing of power, wealth, or cruelty. With her amber eyes and sunshine smile, she is everything Asaf is not: tender where he is ruthless, soft where he is unyielding. But when their worlds collide, it is not by choice. It is by command, by force, by a destiny neither of them can escape.

Inqilab انقلاب Sometimes people find their way around through, Politics. Power. That's exactly what the Chair minister- the to-be prime minister decided to do. A story which revolves around a 20 year old girl Ayrah, fighting her way through the world and her family- Zawayars, though much older, in status and age, The CM of Pakistan uses her to get through his revenge. 1 in #urdu ( 17/3/2026 ) 1 in #politics ( 5/4/2026 ) 2 in #runaway bride ( 12/2/2026 ) 12 in #Pakistan ( 13/3/2026 ) 12 in #Pakistan ( 13/3/2026 )

Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]

Emaz and Layla

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of emotional manipulation, possessiveness, and unhealthy relationships. It also contains highly mature and explicit content. If you are sensitive to these topics or have experienced trauma related to them, please proceed with caution. "In the midst of darkness, a glimmer of hope emerges. Heena Zara Qureshi, a young soul battered by life's cruelties, clings to her faith, awaiting a savior to rescue her from despair. Enter Artiza Adam Hussain, the notorious Underworld Emperor, feared by all. Their worlds collide, sparking an unlikely dance between light and darkness." "As Heena's innocence draws Artiza in, he's forced to confront his capacity for love. Can this ruthless mafia king transform for his princess, or will his darkness consume her light? Will Heena's love tame Artiza's darkness, or will their differences tear them apart? Can hope and faith overcome the shadows, or will the darkness prevail? Dive into a tumultuous tale of love, pain, and redemption, where opposites attract and the battle of wills ensues." #1 - psychological thriller- 28/03/2025 #1 - Intense emotions- 19/04/2025 #1 - Complex character- 19/04/2025 #1 -Traumatic experiences- 19/04/2025 #2 - Captive heart- 19/04/2025

She divorced him, only to learn after years he had gone insane in her absence, but that's too typical, right? Let's round back from the start. Hoorain Jahan & Naufal Zarar belonged to rival families, bloodshed was normal in their world, betrayal? even more so. But they fell in love, got married, at least that's what she thought until one day she received papers that their marriage wasn't how it looked. Three years of marriage was nothing? And Three years of divorce while she was gone? What happened in her absence that made him go insane? What happens when two enemies collide again, this time not for empires but for personal grudges? And God, he wants her back desperately, and for that he will cross every boundary there is. Even if he has to paint her into reality. Could be read as a standalone.