Dobara. Phir se. Again. Once more. |Raqs| Hadeed could hear the cheers of everyone who had caught up. He could hear the bottle of sparkling water being popped. But he could only see her. Brown assessing eyes, narrowed as she smiled with them, full lips and red cheeks and silk like hair. His lips turned up in a smile, at the corners, like he was sharing some sort of joke and then he was stepping forward and she was in his arms and he was spinning her around and oh God. Oh God. This hadn't happened before. He hadn't felt this before. Ever before. |Ba Dastoor| "I don't know. It shouldn't be like this. I don't feel those butterflies when I'm with him. I don't feel giddy in my stomach or excited and jittery. My heart doesn't race." "What do you feel?" Diya couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her mouth would open but the right words wouldn't come out. She wanted to cry pitifully. Because as soon as the words came together, she knew. "Safe." Her voice broke. "At home. Like I've known him forever. Like I could make any mistake in the world and he wouldn't care. Like his arms are the only place I'd ever want to be. Like his words are the antidote to any poison I could think of. Like he and I were made from the same fabric." Her voice trailed off and tears pooled in her eyes. "When he looks at me, I know I'm going to be okay. And if I don't. Then he promises me that he'll make it okay." //// Heavily unedited 😭

Highest Rank #1 in Pakistan #7 in India #2 in Teenage Ex - Euphoria Ishq agar yunhi mukkammal ho Jaye Toh chahat kis baat ki rahegi * In the heart of the Khan family lies a tapestry of love, tradition, and resilience. Sharar weaves the intricate lives of three couples, each facing unique challenges that test the very core of their relationships. Kaif and Ayla, brought together by an arranged marriage, struggle to reconcile their differing values. Ayla's fierce independence clashes with Kaif's deep-rooted family loyalty, leading them down a path fraught with conflict yet bound by an unspoken bond. Meanwhile, Hanan and Ayat's union is marked by constant quarrels and misunderstandings. As Hanan returns from America, eager to embrace a love he has always cherished, Ayat is determined to resist. Their journey is a testament to the power of perseverance and the quest for mutual understanding. Then, there is Shyra, enigmatic and reserved, who finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Kabir. As she navigates her newfound emotions, Shyra learns that vulnerability and openness are essential for love to flourish. Sharar delves beyond romance, highlighting the importance of family values and the courage to challenge outdated traditions. It is a poignant reminder that self-respect and happiness are paramount, and sometimes, love means letting go of the past to build a brighter future.

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

Pakistani Story Nawal Farooq is a timid village girl who loved her simple life in the fields. When she is forced to marry Yusuf Malik, she has no choice but to make this marriage work so she, patiently, waits for her husband to accept her as his wife despite how much her heart breaks from his indifference towards her.

When Zoya Ahmed's cousin, Saad Mirza - the broody, honey-eyed CEO everyone in the family calls 'perfect' - ends up in a wedding fiasco, she never expected to be dragged into the chaos. But when the original bride runs away at the last minute, the Mirza and Ahmed families make one impulsive decision to save their honor: Zoya will replace her. What starts as an arrangement built on family pressure quickly turns into a clash of personalities - her chatter versus his silence, her emotions versus his control. Between sarcastic arguments, and awkward family dinners, theirs becomes a marriage neither of them wanted... but might just end up needing. - #1 in #Pakistani on November 16, '25

Hasna and Aarhan have been married for four years. It wasn't love at first sight-it wasn't even love at all. An arranged marriage turned into a comfortable routine, with their two-year-old daughter Afrah filling their home with laughter. Aarhan Baig is everything Hasna expected him to be: calm, reserved, a man of few words but steady actions. He's a CEO in the world outside, but at home, he's just "Baba"-the man who gives bear hugs that swallow their daughter whole. Possessive, protective, quietly affectionate... he is hers in ways he never says out loud. Hasna, graceful and quiet to the world, hides a playful heart only Afrah ever sees. To everyone else, she is composed. To her husband, she is his niqabi wife-beautiful, the epitome of grace, and his alone. They are comfortable. They are content. But beneath that comfort lies the question they've both avoided-what does it mean to truly love each other? This is not a story of falling in love at first sight. It's the story of falling in love slowly... after the "happily ever after."

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama. -- CRINGE AF

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

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.