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Muqaddar مقدّر por 123ksowla
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In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar Bhutto belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Baloch rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This is not a love story. It's مقدّر
Old Money - Rafe Cameron por rafecameronisinmybed
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"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you I'll come, come, come" -Old Money - Lana Del Rey #1 #rafecameron 1/5/25 #1 #rafecameronsmut 3/31/25 #2 #rafecameronfanfic 3/28/23 #1 #obxfanfic 10/19/24 #1 #outerbanks 7/3/25 #1 #obx 7/16/24 #1 #sarahcameron 4/16/23 #1 #rafecameronobx 6/28/25 #2 #drewstarkey 12/3/23 #1 #drewstarkeysmut 6/20/25 #1 #ocstory 3/31/25
Meera~The King's triumphant Queen por destinywriterr
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After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!
𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐓 | روحانیت por aamorous
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Some connections don't begin with love. They begin with disturbance. Ulfat lives a life wrapped in protection-every step watched, every choice weighed. Safety has always come at the cost of freedom. She knows the rules. She breaks them anyway. Rehman is a man of control, not confession. Power follows him in silence, and violence waits behind his restraint. He was never meant to notice her-yet once he does, the world rearranges itself around that mistake. What grows between them is not gentle. It is instinct before intention. Protection before desire. A pull that feels spiritual, unsettling, inevitable. As danger tightens and boundaries blur, Ulfat must face a terrifying truth: the safest place may be the one that costs her the most-and the man who never asked to hold her might be the only one who can. This is not romance written in promises. It is written in restraint. In unspoken loyalty. In a connection that touches the soul before it ever touches the skin. Roohaniyat-where love is felt before it is named.