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Raqs-e-Junoon

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Chapitres 34
Durée 4h 5m

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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. 💔Tous Droits Réservés

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