A writer by passion and a university student, she was everything men wanted in their women but not every family was filled with bustling happiness and after her parents' marriage came to a tragic end, she couldn't bring herself to the thought of loving and marrying someone in the future. Her fear only deepened when her father married for the second time- love wasn't deep and permanent- was all she thought until she met him. He was the son of a politician and a renowned businessman. Everyone in the business and political world worshipped him for what he had and who he was. He had everything but hailing a family like that, he was fated to not have a childhood, dream, passion and perhaps love. He was fated to live for the company. What's life if he didn't get to live it for himself? They then meet, eyes lower and eyes speak. And when eyes speak, souls fall in love. Meet Zaviyar and Maheen.

A religious woman. A single father. A child too young to understand heartbreak. When two guarded hearts meet with Allah at the centre, love doesn't rush-it waits.

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25

♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

In the grand shadows of Khakwani Haveli, beauty blooms where love is forbidden. Born with a smile that could melt stone and a spirit too soft for the iron chains of tradition, Noorain Khakwani has always known her place - hidden beneath the weight of expectation, unseen in a world that only values power. But when whispers of an unseen savior begin to stir behind the carved walls of her ancestral haveli, her carefully drawn boundaries begin to blur. A daughter unloved. A brother adored. A secret that could unravel everything. Set against the haunting beauty of Bahawalpur's faded royalty, His Crimson Shadow is a tale of fragile hearts caught in the crossfire of power and silence. With slow-burn tension, searing emotions, and secrets buried in the dust of legacies, this is not just a love story - it's a story of awakening, defiance, and the battle between duty and desire. Sometimes, the most dangerous thing a girl can do... is dream.

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

Two star-crossed lovers and one ugly secret. The battle of wills, where one is hell-bent on letting go and another is determined to stick together in the face of adversities. A story of love, tears, and hope.

Affinity is the force that draws and binds two entities together-the power to attract and hold. Once united, they harmonize, balancing each other's souls. The concept of affinity is profoundly divine, manifesting in mirrored emotions, fate, and the simplest of gestures-like a warm embrace or intertwined hands. It cradles all relationships in this vast yet intimate world. It is the power to cherish, to forgive, to let go, and to hold on. Above all, it is the power to love. TROUPE: Enemy to lover

Izzah Masood, the rebellious daughter of powerful politician Kamran Masood, has only one goal in life: to become a successful heart surgeon. After her father refuses to send her abroad for her master's degree, Izzah devises a plan to escape Khiyamabad and pursue her dream in a different country. As part of her plan, she gets into a relationship with Hamzah Qazi, the son of her father's rival. Unexpectedly, Hamzah and Izzah turned out to have a lot more in common than expected. They also discovered that they both shared the same ambition in life, and that they both hated politics and wanted to escape their fathers' influence. Soon, Hamzah started meaning more to Izzah than just a plan. The more Izzah spends time with Hamzah getting to know him, the less she sees him as a pawn in her plan and more as a partner. Hamzah surprises her, changing his significance in her eyes. While her relationship with Hamzah continues to bloom under her father's nose, Aadi Masood-nephew of Kamran Masood and cousin of Izzah Masood-makes an appearance in her life, threatening to sabotage her plans. Moth To The Flame is a mystery/thriller with romance as subplot.