𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

Two best friends. One buried love. One disastrous wedding. Forced into a nikkah born of pride and silence, Maryam and Rohail become husband and wife without ever confessing the feelings that ruined them. When Rohail leaves for LA, Maryam follows-quietly, bravely-only to sit in his classroom as his student, his wife, his unfinished past. Between resentment, proximity, and a love that refuses to stay buried, Qurb-e-Rang is a dark, slow-burn romance where closeness hurts more than distance-and every color of love bleeds.

Sehar Khan, and Hamza Sohail reunite at khussalssss boxing match

"HE FELL FIRST, SHE FELL HARDER!"

Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]