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Raqs-e-Junoon

LETTURE 665
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LETTURE 665
Voti 44
Parti 27
Tempo 3h 18m

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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. 💔Tutti i diritti riservati

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BOOK 1 : From the outside, Ahmed Khan was the perfect son-educated, refined, quiet, and deeply respectful of his elders. At 30, he returned to Pakistan after years in the UK, settling back into a peaceful life in Islamabad. But what no one knew was that under the surface of quiet prayer and humble smiles, Ahmed was the head of an underground mafia empire-one that ran in shadows, blood, and disloyalty. His father knew. His mother pretended not to. But the rest of the world, including Mahaam, had no clue. Mahaam was 19, a quiet storm in her own right. Intelligent, dignified, and deeply rooted in her faith, she had dreams of becoming an Artist. Her father, fearing the loneliness eating at her since her mother's death, accepted a proposal from the Khan family. It was a traditional arrangement-two families sealing their bond with marriage. She wasn't in love. Neither was Ahmed. But both respected their families, so they agreed. Until one night. That night changed everything. She started falling for him. Not for the mafia boss. Not for the monster. But for the man behind it-the one who quietly protected her, never touched her without permission, always made sure her favorite chai was stocked. He tried to keep her away from his world. He went to war. And Mahaam? She didn't run. Because by then, she'd stopped fearing him. And started standing beside him.