#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

She was innocence wrapped in fire. He was darkness wrapped in power. And when their worlds collided on the restless streets of Lahore, everything changed. Areeba lived a simple life - books, chai, her loving parents, and the comfort of staying invisible in a city that never sleeps. But one mistake, one glance, one challenge - and suddenly, she wasn't just someone's daughter anymore. She was his obsession. Zayan Khan. The name people whisper after dark. The man who makes heads bow without a word. A ruler in shadows, feared and untouchable. He doesn't ask. He doesn't beg. He takes. And once his cold gaze fell on her, escape was no longer an option. Every encounter burns hotter. Every silence feels heavier. She fights him with innocence. He cages her with obsession. And in the storm that follows, love isn't soft. It's dangerous. Destructive. Inevitable. Because when innocence collides with darkness... Only one survives untouched. "She was innocence. He was obsession. And Lahore would remember the day their worlds collided."