All is Fair in Love and War
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MatureOngoing2h 39m
Last published Mon, Jul 13, 2026
Among Istanbul's most elite social circles are two families nicknamed by all as the "Royal families," they are the Karahan's, hailing from Adana and the Yildrim's hailing from Antalya. A rivalry that has spanned centuries has finally fizzled. Now love and lust comingle between both clans in a tantalizing way. Can love be born out of an intense attraction? Or is it only lust? Find out for yourself. AU of Arafta
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MERTES FICTIONS
I will be posting MerTes fan fictions. They will be one-shot types. Follow me for more. My twitter Id : sunsetwriter_9
Just for now
Emin and Ilsu were never supposed to mean anything to each other. They met through a project-just two actors cast as the leads, brought together by a script that was never meant to last forever. But somewhere between rehearsals, shared glances, and late-night conversations, something real begins to form. Emin doesn't believe in breaking his own rules. Ilsu doesn't believe in temporary love. And yet, both of them find themselves holding onto something they were never meant to keep. So they tell themselves it's nothing. Just for now.
Arafta: Requiem of the Heart
Retelling of the Turkish Show: Arafta Bound By Fate The characters would remain the same, however the plot lines would differ from the show.
ARAFTA : THE WRONG MANIFEST
The 42-Second Noose The audio file was exactly forty-two seconds long. At a normal human speaking pace, that was roughly eighty-four words. Eighty-four words to dismantle a three-year fortress built on dock salt, shared poverty, and absolute devotion. Ateş Karahan did not look at the rain smearing the Camden Town soot against his window. He sat on the edge of a mattress that still smelled faintly of her lavender headscarf, his broad, scarred hands clamped over his ears, forcing the cheap plastic speaker of his phone directly against his skull. *Click.* The digital static of the 135th playback hummed through the freezing London flat. > *"Ateş. Don't call me after you read this. My lawyer has already filed the decree in Istanbul and London simultaneously. Let's not make this a primitive village drama. We are nothing now. I have a world now, a real career, and you... you simply don't fit into this picture anymore, Ateş. You're a ghost in a Camden pub, and I am about to be the face of the country. So do us both a favor-sign the damn papers and let's move on."* The voice note cut off. The blue light of the screen died, plunging the room back into a heavy, suffocating dark. In the silence that followed, a low, wet sound broke from the back of his throat-the dry, rattling chuckle of a man who had just realized his entire universe was a currency she used to buy a ticket out of the mud.Complete
ARAFTA: One-Shots Collection (Crimson Obsession)
Arafta - a random collection of one-shots written whenever inspiration finds me. ♡ My main focus will always be on my ongoing main story, so I won't be very active here. This book is just for fun, random ideas, and the stories I suddenly feel like writing. Different chapters, different emotions, different universes. You can also suggest tropes, plots, or scenarios you'd love to read - maybe your idea will become the next one-shot here.
Arafta - Between Sin and Silence
This is a story of obsession that feels like protection, dominance that masks fear, and longing that survives even when love fails. In this book, Ates love too fiercely and say too little. Mercan feel too deeply and wait too long. Between them lie moments that could have changed everything but didn't. Graveyard confessions, late-night drives heavy with unsaid truths, stolen touches that linger longer than words, every story captures a fragment of a love that was never simple. This book is not about happy endings. It is about almosts, afters, and what remains. For readers who believe that sometimes love don't fade they fracture, and live on quietly inside us. Purva Narang ~
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Arafta Scenes Reimagined
I love the Turkish Drama, Arafta (Bound by Fate). The main characters are beautiful inside and out. Their love and bond are profound, rare, and very pure. Their attraction on screen is undeniable. Like many Arafta fans, I would love to see their chemistry materialize on screen. While Turkish TV is very conservative, love is love and it should be expressed in all of its forms ❤️ I will re-write a few scenes that were pivotal in the story but could have been told to include physical affection between the leads.
Arafta -Between the lines
he designed it like a countdown. 187 days to destroy her family. 187 days to walk away clean. what he did not design was her. what he could not plan for was himself. arafta gave us the fire. this is the smoke that stayed after. a collection of missing moments, quiet confessions and everything that happened in the spaces between scenes written by someone who felt too much and had no choice but to write it down.
Curtained Obsession
"The game of possession begins when his siren eyes found salvation in her" Cold & distant Actor who gives command, eyes unreadable and untouched by chaos gets entangled by the pure form of sunshine and clumsiness. She resists, she tries to run away. But it was his labyrinth of obsession and posession. Where can she go?
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