Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

Princess Liyana is a fierce royal bound by duty, while Zayn is the silent, battle-scarred bodyguard sworn to protect her. When political unrest threatens the throne, they are thrust into a world of danger, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Bound by loyalty but torn by longing, their simmering hatred gives way to a love neither of them can afford-one that could ruin kingdoms or redeem them both.

Isha Rahmani and Arzen Amin Kaif Ma Baynana (What exists between us) "In the silence between us, love waited... and learned how to bleed." Tropes: Marriage in Name Only Slow Burn to Wildfire Emotionally Repressed Hero Touch-Starved Hero × Brave, Calm Wife She Makes the First Move Trauma-Bonded Yet Emotionally Distant Scarred Hero (Literally + Figuratively) Only One Bed (Eventually) Begging Without Words Protective Cold Hero

Aimen and Isa The Spy, The Doctor, and a War of Hearts Fanaa- destroyed in love

⚠️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."

❝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 forgotten by her own family. She lives like an invisible person in her own house, someone who just simply exists but is never truly noticed. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him 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

❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

In the heart of Lahore, under the grand roof of the Lodhi Haveli, two cousins from the same family walk a path neither expected - one fueled by pride, the other by unspoken emotions. Yahya Khanzada, 28, is a respected ASP and the embodiment of discipline, control, and authority. Known for his commanding aura, even elders of the family bend to his will. To him, life is logic, honor, and order - there is no room for drama, childishness, or impulsive emotions. Zimal Lodhi, 18, is everything Yahya dislikes - loud, dramatic, chubby, and impulsive. Yet beneath her childish exterior lies a fierce heart, unafraid to dream, to feel, and to challenge the world... even Yahya. Their worlds collide when circumstances force them into a marriage neither wants. A wedding born out of family duty, revenge, and unexpected twists binds them together - the cold, commanding man and the fiery, emotional girl. Hate, resentment, and misunderstandings fuel their initial days, yet as their lives intertwine, each begins to see the other beyond first impressions. From heated arguments to silent tensions, from mutual annoyance to reluctant respect, the two discover that love can be found even where hearts once feared it could never exist. Ana wa Anta is a story of pride, passion, and the slow-burning transformation of two opposites, testing the boundaries of family, honor, and the heart itself.