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Sathiya

MariumTariqVohra

LECTURES 23
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Chapitres 2
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LECTURES 23
Votes 4
Chapitres 2
Durée <5 mins

MariumTariqVohra

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"SAARI DUNIYA KI MOHABBAT SE KINARA KARKE 
HUM NA RAKHA HAI FAKHT KHUD KO TUMHARA KARKE"

He was a rock
she was a flower

He is Waleed Ahmed Khan, everyone is afraid of Waleed and Waleed do whatever he wants to noone have dared to stop him 

she is Sara Zaain Khan, fragile like a flower one hard push and she will break into pieces 

Sara was running towards her room because she forgot pick up the flower plate her Taai Ami given her, suddenly someone hold her hand and was brought inside a dark into and bump into a chest she was about to scream but her mouth was covered with a hand 
"Sssh Sara it's me, now I am removing my hand you won't shout" the voice said and Sara recognised the voice owner 
"open your eyes" Waleed asked her and as she opened her eyes, her brown eyes met the black one Waleed was unable to breath 
"MA SH ALLAH" he whisper and caught Sara looking at floor instead of him, he put his finger under her chin to lift her face up 
"itna kiyu darti ho mujhse" he asked and Sara was unable to answer "Sara" he called her again as she was about to speak Taai Ami called her, she ran from there leaving Smiling Waleed behind 
"abhi waqt hai run as much as you can" he said and chuckled.Tous Droits Réservés

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Ishq Aatish

Ishq Aatish 53๕์- ❝ Some fires are meant to destroy, others to consume. But the most dangerous ones? They burn without ever turning to ash. ❞ ❛ His fingers traced the line of her throat, slow and deliberate, a touch both possessive and devastating. Her breath hitched as his thumb dragged across her bottom lip, a silent command that sent fire curling through her veins. His eyes-dark, unreadable-pinned her in place, a storm of desire and dominance swirling within them. ❝ You think you can resist me? ❞ His voice was molten, dangerous. She did. She had to. But the heat between them was suffocating, inescapable-an inferno waiting to consume them both. ❜ Ishq Aatish is a tale of ruthless passion, power, and a love that burns beyond redemption. When Solana Raza is thrust into a forced union with Tahaam Pal, the most feared and untouchable man in Lahore, she swears to remain nothing more than a name on a paper. But Tahaam is not a man who accepts limits. And Solana? She is fire itself-wild, untamed, and too dangerous to be owned. What begins as resentment turns into an intoxicating obsession, an all-consuming war of dominance and surrender. But in a world where power is built on secrets and betrayals, love is the most dangerous weakness of all. Will their fire turn to ash, or will it burn everything in its wake? A story of passion, deception, power, and the thin, perilous line between love and destruction.