𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

In which a rebellious girl, the Nawab's sister, is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, even as she makes it her mission to make him do so-a mission that might lead to the Sardar's downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

"This marriage is nothing but a contract. Deal?" Her brown eyes bored into the canvas of his dark ones as she hovered over him with her hands clutching his shoulders tightly, putting all her weight on him, relying on him like an anchor she didn't want. "Deal!" He answered, harbouring her with his hands clasped around her waist. "You aren't allowed to touch me." "As if I'm dying." He loosened his grip around her and she fell right in his arms. --------------------------------------------------------- Highest ranking #4 in spirituality [13-10-2025] Highest ranking #1 in marriage-of-convenience [16-10-2025]

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.