His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

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)

"When your nemesis happens to be your husband, happily ever afters are a lot more complicated than you might assume." Ilyana Alara Aziz has the perfect husband: Ilyaz Zaviyar Ali holds doors for her, remembers her restaurant orders, buys her gajras and notices her haircuts. And Ilyana is utterly sick of him. She wants out, but here's the catch: Their marriage was issued with a political alliance in mind to secure her brother's campaign, and the costs of repaying the expenses of a grandiose desi wedding all by herself when her family disowns her, which they definitely will, is impossible. Her only resolve is to make her husband divorce her before their Walima, and when she discovers Ilyaz has been feigning contentment too, they proceed to a battle of ultimate sabotage. However, when the two are alone by themselves in a foreign town and have nothing to lose, they can finally allow their true colours to come to play, and Ilyaz and Ilyana find each other being vulnerable around the last person hoped for: each other. With the clock ticking for three months till their Walima, will Ilyana be able to win? Or will she fall against her own resolve? Presenting a desi twist on YDEO, Twice Shy. #ilyily

UNS :a love series Part :1 He was the eldest of 3 sisters She was the youngest of 5 brothers He was responsible She was spoiled He had the weight of the world on his shoulders She was free as a butterfly, His mother was friend with hers Her mother wanted a responsible man for her , A man who valued relationships above all else His mother wanted someone who could make him smile. A girl who could light up his life . Hers was an innocent heart, His had no other purpose but to pump blood , He believed the heart was misleading , She believed that the brain was boring, She had never worried for a single thing , He had everything to worry for, This is the story of Neelum This is the story of Ibrahim , (Starts in march )

<A mafia princess & the mute kidnapper> At fifteen, Noor Ghazi's world shattered-violence, silence, and scars she could never outrun. She never felt attracted to anyone after that until the night she was kidnapped. Her captor? Azlan Zaarim. Mafia consigliere. Too old. Ruthless. Silent. A man the world feared as a monster, as the hunter. Yet in the shadows, Noor discovers something far more dangerous, his softness and her temptation. She should hate him. She should fear him. Instead, between stolen glances and cracked walls, her chaos collides with his control. She becomes the light he can't resist. He becomes the darkness she can't let go. But when her father is back in her life to take her away, would she choose duty or love? Would she choose childhood or future? A girl who was casted out of her house, stumbled again with a choice, father or lover? and that's a choice no girl wants. Book #2 of Ishq in Ruins series

I walked down the dark hallway, my eyes scanning the rooms on my way.The door was slightly ajar as I reached the end of the hallway, my hands pushing the door open as I stepped in.Her sorrowful sobs reached my ears as I stared at her little form huddled in the corner of the dark room.Moonlight from the large window fell on her body as she continued to sob sitting on the floor. My stomach twisted in a bad way seeing her like this.A pain seared at the bottom of my heart as she hiccuped making me move towards her.I sat on the floor near her silently, not saying a word.She noticed my appearance as she stiffened for a fraction of second.Her cries had stifled as we sat in the dark with moonlight showering over us. "He had broken me into so many piece that it will take a life time to collect all.He ripped me apart from my soul, from my self respect making me crumble to the ground like ash.."Her hoarse yet soft voice resonated around the room making me turn my eyes to her beautiful face. "I have nothing left of myself.Nothing."She sounded defeated.But I didn't like hearing those words from her.It killed me to listen the bitter words she swallowed each time she spoke. *** She unintentionally stumbles in his life, stealing every fiber of his body.He wishes to make her his but destiny has other plans. As they smiled at each other little did they know that after this they were not going to smile again.It's a story not just about two broken people but with of a girl and boy who's hearts had turned Black.Striving to hold on to living and trying to move on with life will they be able to meet their Red again or will they fall apart along with time. A Romantic spiritual love story that will melt your heart, so get ready to read a tale maybe you've never heard because it's not a story whispered at nights .. <3 Ranked # 1- muslimlovestory (12th April 2021)

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.