Ist Book of "Javeda Shapit Mohobbat" series In the 14th century, when kingdoms were ruled by 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, and 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇, one name was whispered across continents like a curse-𝐀𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐣𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡, the Arabian Sultan no one had ever truly seen. His face was hidden behind 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇, his body built like war itself, and his 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 carried the silence of a man who had never learned mercy. He had conquered lands, broken empires, and sworn never to belong to anyone. Until a 𝐒𝐏𝐘 walked into his kingdom. 𝐈𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 was not meant to be noticed. Disguised, sharp-tongued, chaotic, and dangerously fearless, she entered his land carrying 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 instead of weapons. A warrior princess forced into survival, used by her own kingdom as a 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑, loved by almost no one except her own 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. She laughs too loud, fights too hard, and refuses to bow-even when death is staring at her. But what happens when a 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 steps into the path of a 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 the world fears? Will her 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 be enough to survive? Will her 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 protect her from a man who plays by his own rules? Or will she discover that some 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 are far closer than they seem, and far more 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 than fear itself...? Every glance can ignite a 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌. Every choice can tip the scales between 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 and 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍. And in a world where 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 is a weapon, and 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 is blood, the line between 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 and 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 is dangerously thin.

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 lived in a world of melody and light. She believed in kindness, in art, in the goodness of souls. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Why would she? The darkness had never touched her light. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚's world was carved from silence and shadow. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.. 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧. For eight long years, she was his altar. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡t 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. A meeting fate called chance- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒐., he said... Phir bhi, usne apne hont uske maathe se lagaaye- 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫?