Stalkertrope Stories

In the world of the Lashari Baloch Empire, women were never meant to be loved. They were raised to rule. To dominate. To command. And from childhood, the three Lashari brothers were taught one rule: Power is everything. Women are nothing. --- Riyad Lashari (30) - The eldest. The cold king. A man who never looked at a woman twice. Not even at his own mother unless it was necessary. Emotions were weaknesses. Love was a disease. And he was immune. Hakim Lashari (28) - Control runs in his veins. His name means ruler... and that's exactly what he is. Calculated. Possessive. Merciless. He doesn't raise his voice. He simply decides... and the world obeys. Afnaan Lashari (25) - The youngest. The wildfire. Anger burns under his skin. Reckless. Arrogant. A notorious playboy. Where his brothers avoided women... Afnaan bought them. Used them. Discarded them. To them, a woman was just a name. A body. A responsibility. Never a soul. Zid. Junoon. Gussa. It didn't just live in them - it flowed in their blood. They had everything. Money. Power. Fear. Respect. But fate? Fate doesn't bow to empires. Because the same men who believed women were insignificant... Were about to fall at the feet of the very women they underestimated. Three ruthless brothers. Three forced alliances. Three women who refuse to bend. What happens when kings of arrogance are chained by love? When obsession replaces authority? When the rulers become prisoners of their own hearts? Their love won't make them soft. It will make them dangerous. Because when a Lashari loves... He doesn't love gently. He loves with possession. With madness. With Ziddi Junoon.

There was a girl who had been trained to pay attention to every little detail. This skill was her strength, her secret weapon. But as time passed, she began to notice not just the details in her work, but also in her life. And these details, these tiny fragments of reality, started to unsettle her. She began to see patterns in the mundane, connections in the ordinary. The way the leaves rustled in the wind, the rhythm of the rain against her window, the way shadows danced in the moonlight - everything held a deeper meaning for her. It was as if she was looking at the world through a magnifying glass, seeing the unseen, hearing the unheard. But with this newfound perception came a sense of unease. The world, once familiar and comforting, now seemed strange and intimidating. The details she once loved to observe began to scare her. It was like a puzzle, pieces scattered everywhere, and she was the only one who could see it. She tried to ignore it, to go back to her old self. But once you start noticing, it's hard to stop. The world had changed for her, or maybe she had changed. -Giselle (Credits to the owner of the cover [Got it on pinterest and it didnt say who's the owner] )