Enemies to lovers "Apna muh band rakho karo mere samne because it's fucking infuriating." He slammed her back against desk. She hissed in pain immediately gripping wooden desk between her fist and pressing herself into it because he was leaning closer her face more. Extremely close more than her liking "Toh mat kiya karen mere sath baat I don't ask to speak to me." She spoke bluntly avoid any eye-contact with him "And you wonder why your father left." His harsh words made her snap head at him. He didn't move his face and he could see hurt his words has caused in her eyes but he was arrogant enough to not care about it "You deserve it-" He was cut off by slap landing on his right cheek His head tilted and he stayed in that position for seconds processing what she just did. His eyes darken and rage build inside him. There was no regret in her eyes, he has been nothing but asshole to her ever since she come to this college. After whatever he has done to her this slap wasn't even big deal- She wide her eyes when he slammed his lips against hers. She froze for second

When they are cousins and he has put his claim on her ever since she was born. They can fight all they want but everybody knows she's his. They belong with each other

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

When she was simple, bubbly, dramatic and sweet girl from middle class family who loves her family and friends. One day she did mistake of interfering in her brother's fight and ended up getting attention of his rival. Sidharth jatoi. Rebellious and wild. He will do anything to make her his not because of love but his zidd he gets anything he wants and now he wants her. The more she ignores and refuse him the more he wants her. I looked at her for first when she was wrapped in red saree like some seductress. Long silky hair moving along as she runs. Running barefoot on empty highway, in distress with tears in her breathtaking hazel eyes. She stopped and looked at me with hope in her doe innocent eyes like i was her saviour but little did she know that darkness she was running from was no one but me I am jatoi and my love for her is Red so is my hatred. Why was i suddenly thrown to death himself just because of sins my brother had committed. Running from devil i unintentionally ran to devil. I didn't know devil would possess such a beauty that captivated my soul but that beauty meant nothing when he was ugly inside. He cadged me, took my freedom and held me responsible for sins of my brother I am sana and my hate for him is Red so is my love. You will see glimpse of my top 3 favourite story in this one Mahr-o-maah, Khudsar and Muhafiz. Also, jatoi's character has done cameo in Muhafiz chapter 16

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Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her"

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.