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bismil inspired by mehrulnisa shahmeer  by anikusaima
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"He was sin draped in silence. She was faith wrapped in fire." When two souls from opposite worlds collide, fate bleeds in verses and love cries in silence. Bismil is not just a name... it is a wound. In a world tangled in secrets, pain, and poetry, one girl dares to love the man the world fears. But can a heart still pure survive in a place where love is a crime and loyalty means death? A tale of forbidden love, unspoken emotions, betrayal, and faith-Bismil will pierce through your heart and stay there... bleeding. 🌙💔🔥 Are you ready to fall in love with pain?
𝑨���𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝑼𝒎𝒖𝒍: Jalwa e Ishq by lightinthedark050
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❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool
Beikhtiyar by ChalWahanJaateHain
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Masks. Secrets. Lies. Love. Noor-us-Sabah Khan spent 15 years waiting for Zarrar Haider Mirza. When he finally returned home, the two found themselves to be outcasts in their own right, separated by lifestyles and beliefs. They, however, start to find themselves more similar to each other than they realized when masks around them start to come off. Their fates were written, and the ink had dried long back. But people often tend to forget that ink can bleed. ✨🎶 "Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri chahatein hai. Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri har khushi hai." 🎶✨ - Sajde | Faheem Abdullah & Huzaif Nazar