Daastan-e-ishq
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  • Reads 3,757
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Oct 21, 2024
Araiz Alamgir Malik

29 year old handsome man. He is cold for outsiders but a jolly personality for his family. He is the second eldest son of the family. Everyone respects his decisions. Hitler for his cousins, but has a soft spot for his youngest cousin. 

Alisha raza khan 

19 year old hazel eyed beauty. She is shy, introvert but has a very sweet personality. She is the ladli of the elders and bestie of her cousins. has feelings for a certain black eyed handsome man that no one knows about except for her best friend. 




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