Raqs-e-Junoon

Raqs-e-Junoon

  • WpView
    Odsłon 1,840
  • WpVote
    Głosy 61
  • WpPart
    Części 29
WpMetadataReadW trakcie3g 37m
WpMetadataNoticeOstatnia publikacja około 18 godzin temu
WpInfo
Fikcja
O kulturze i tożsamości
Tagimuslim
In the valleys of Swat, where honor reigns higher than emotions - she dared to dream, and he dared to love. He was Ahmed Pamir Khan - the heir to a throne of power, pride, and silence. Stoic as the mountains, yet one glance from her shattered his calm. Beneath his intimidating aura lived a man torn between tradition and temptation. His every breath whispered one forbidden name - Sajal. She was Sajal Dayaar Khan - wild, untamed, and stubbornly alive. The beloved yet rebellious princess of the Khan Haveli who wished to chase her dreams beyond the walls that caged her. Her laughter was sunshine, her defiance fire. And she - unknowingly - became the storm that consumed his peace. Between family honor and forbidden affection, their story unfolds - fierce, haunting, and drenched in emotions. When love turns into Raqs-e-Junoon, no force can tame it. 💔 A tale of power, pride, and passion - where love isn't a choice, it's destiny. 💔
Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone
#13
muslim
WpChevronRight
Dołącz do największej społeczności pisarskiejOtrzymuj spersonalizowane rekomendacje dzieł, zapisuj ulubione dzieła w bibliotece oraz komentuj i głosuj, aby rozwijać swoją społeczność.
Illustration

To może też polubisz

  • Her Dangerous Obsession
  • RAHAT
  • Hearts in Istanbul
  • FORCED TO BE HIS
  • The Vicious Love Of Royals (Politically Royal Love Collection Novella BOOK)
  • Shades of Pyar
  • The Regal's Throne
  • ༺𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓༻
  • Salt Air Whispers

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." "I hate you more than anything else!" he said coldly, his eyes burning with disdain. But instead of anger, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "At least you feel something for me. And something is always better than nothing, my Love." Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as though hatred itself was a form of intimacy for her. With that, she turned her back to him, still smiling faintly, and drifted into sleep. He stared at her in disbelief, his chest rising and falling with unspoken emotions. ✿ ✯ ✿ He was everything, she wasn't. Full of life, innocent, kind-hearted, and charming enough to win anyone's heart. A true prince charming, with dreams too pure for the world, he was about to enter. And she? Cold. Arrogant. Ruthless. The kind of girl, who'd burn down the world for what she wanted. But fate had other plans. When Adhrit Mishra, a simple boy from a middle-class family, crosses paths with Anaisha Mehrotra, an arrogant heiress of unimaginable power, he never imagined, that one encounter would change his destiny forever. What started as arrogance, soon turns into obsession - the kind, that blurs the line between love and possession, desire and destruction. Now trapped in Anaisha's twisted world of passion, power, and control, Adhrit must face a terrifying truth - love isn't always tender, and some cages are built with affection, instead of iron. Will he survive her madness? Or will he end up loving the very reason for his misery? ✿ ✯ ✿ Thankyou for giving this story a chance!

Więcej szczegółów
WpActionLinkWytyczne Treści