Pakistani Stories

the Ansari haveli.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. I gave birth to them. I do not care about views or attention, but I do care deeply about my babies. So please think twice before commenting just to spread negativity. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to become your biggest ill wisher. Consider this your warning. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

"She's my wife. She will do exactly what she wants. She doesn't need anyone's permission but her own." To the world, *Zaviyar Sultan* is the cold, calculated heir to an empire-a man who commands respect with a single glance and silence with a single word. To *Amal*, he is the intimidating stranger she was forced to marry, a man whose moods shift like the tide and whose gaze burns with unspoken secrets. One moment, he is a wall of ice, blunt and distant, reminding her that this marriage is nothing more than a mechanical arrangement. The next, he is pulling her into his orbit, claiming her in front of the world with a fierce possessiveness that makes her heart thrum against her ribs. Between the crushing weight of toxic family expectations, the struggle of her final university semester, and the quiet trauma she carries, Amal is caught in a dangerous game of pretend. She's learned to hide her tears with a smile and her pain with a straightened spine, but she can't hide from the man who now shares her home. As the lines between a "forced act" and a "heartfelt reality" begin to blur-marked by shared moments, protective glares, and a vintage emerald necklace-Amal is left with a haunting question: Is Zaviyar Sultan merely protecting his family's reputation, or is he finally, truly, protecting her?

In a dynasty built on sons and legacy, Mirha Asfandyar Malik was born in silence-and sent away. Raised far from the Malik household, she grows up loved, whole, and untouched by the expectations of a name that once rejected her. When fate draws her back at fifteen, she returns not with questions or claims, but with a quiet grace that unsettles the family more than anger ever could. In a house full of men and memories, her presence becomes a reminder of what was lost-and what was acknowledged too late. She was never denied love. Only claimed slowly. This story is only experimental on this username

"Miyan-e Do Dil" - Between the two hearts. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, Raziya finds herself under the care of her maternal uncle, Jamshed. In a bid to secure her future, Jamshed makes a life-altering decision: Raziya will marry his son, Burhaan. Obedient to his father's wishes, Burhaan agrees, but on their wedding night, his harsh words shatter her hopes for a new beginning. "You're not my ideal girl, and I won't accept this relationship. Don't expect anything from me," he declares in anger, unaware of the walls his words would build between them.

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗿-𝗲-𝗗𝗶𝗹~ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 Iztiraar-e-Dil Completed Soz-e-Dil Completed Fareib-e-Dil Upcoming Read the contents for more details. Pictures and some quotes DO NOT belong to me and the copyright goes to the original people.

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

An innocent girl who didn't know how to attract men and her best friend who teaches her how to do it, but here's the catch, he has been virgin for her only. Wasi Orhan Haider is the President of Pakistan, with his quiet yet charming personality, he has everyone captivated but his heart belongs to a girl he can't have. Hazal Qaim is a politician's daughter and equally powerful, yet she is the softest and most empathetic woman to exist, she is innocent and because of her innocence people have rejected her. With that in her mind, she asks Orhan to teach her how to be seductive and win over a man, and she does learn... only to become his devastation. But when it comes to marrying, he rejects her, he tells her to marry someone else... why? And why on her wedding day, her groom disappears? And why does Orhan appear as the groom himself? Just remember, nothing is as it seems. [Check the introduction chapter for tropes]

ᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ Qais Sikandar is a man living in the shadow of loss and loyalty. Haunted by the woman he was forced to leave and bound by family expectations after his elder brother's death, he marries Mishaal Sikandar. a woman too gentle to demand love and too kind to complain. Her world is small, her education limited, but her heart is vast. His indifference becomes her silent suffering. Yet she endures-for the sake of Zehra, their six-year-old daughter who carries innocence where adults carry scars. ✿ Shehryar Sikandar is warmth in human form, admired for his kindness and respected for his faith. enters a marriage built on lies. Rumesa-a woman of haya and faith who teaches Deen to young girls. But Rumesa's painful past refuses to loosen its grip. Declared "unacceptable" by society, she is trapped in a marriage built on lies, orchestrated by the very family meant to protect her. Can a bond formed on deception turn into mercy? ✿ Zumar Sikandar is a psychiatrist who understands minds better than emotions. Sharp-tongued, impatient, and unapologetically herself, she is everything Ates Arslan did not expect. Half Turkish, half Pakistani, a celebrated chef came tk Pakistan for expanding his family's restaurant empire. Ates is drawn not to her softness-but to her fire. What starts as fascination turns into obsession, and obsession threatens to unravel them both. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 24 / 02 / 2026 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: ________

She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.

Taskeen-e-dil (تسکینِ دِل): soothing a sorrowful and longing heart. COMING SOON...

6 people, 6 lives, 6 hearts, and 3 couples, fighting for love and enduring pain to get it. Alpha males claiming their women, hidden feelings, burning passion, haunting past, guilty mistakes, and the devotion to have their love. The story about a joint family who lives together with unity and peace....but fate put relations to the test and in the end, we know who was loyal to us or not..... A story about passion, innocence, love, hate, hurt, betrayal, misunderstanding, determination, and dedication ....people who love with heart and souls... Ahl-e-Dil (اہلِ دل) Jo shor hua hai mehfil main Hijr-e-yar ka kissa hai Ae logo kuch tu reham karo yeh Ahl-e-dil ka hissa hai (Written by me❤️🙈) Check the book for more details.

HANEEN NISA~♡ is your proper chaotic youngest child ,clumsy & stubborn. She dreams of focusing on her career before surrendering to expectations. Love was never part of her plan, until fate tied her to someone she wasn't ready for. ABDAR HAIDER~♡ never planned to fall in love at all. He had learned long ago how to wait, how to hold things back, how to love quietly. But somewhere along the way, love found him in a form he wasn't prepared for and now every look at her feels like something he has wanted for far too long. Two people were tied together before love found its way in. What began as an arranged promise turned into a bond neither of them knew how to escape- full of longing, misunderstandings, and moments that lingered longer than they should have. Na ishq ki ibtida thi, na anjaam ka ilm- bas ek raabta tha jo khud ban gaya.

Hamza and Yalina both love each other passionately. Hamza's love is dark, intense, consuming , possessive and fiercely protective. While, Yalina's love is extremely caring, gentle, emotional, pure and fiercely loyal. She is softness while he is darkness. She is sunshine while he is the dark gloomy clouds. She is everything he thought he could never have while he is everything she thought she could never want. What happens when Hamza realises his life is not his and his lies can break her to no repair and he can get killed anytime, which will shatter Yalina to the core and she would never be truly alive if anything happens to him so he decides to do the hardest thing he has ever done . He decides to let her go. She doesn't need to break for something she has never done wrong. But, what he doesn't understand that Yalina isn't the one to leave him ever. Hamza can only dream. So ,she plans on bringing him back to her on his knees, apologizing for letting her go in the first place and she will have him back ,by hook or by crook .

let's dive into the story of Nooray and Mir Azlan shah , Mir is the wolf who has been obsessed with a deer, the dear is our Nooray , but our little nooray is bit scared of our big wolf.

Real love rarely follows a screenplay. It doesn't always wait for the perfect lighting, and it certainly doesn't care about "happily ever afters" that end at a palace. Most of the time, love is found in the messy, quiet, and unedited moments of our daily lives. This collection is a gallery of those moments. Within these pages, you won't find flawless heroes or magical transformations. Instead, you will find people who are a little bit broken, occasionally selfish & flawed, and deeply human, just like the rest of us. Through every story in this collection, you will meet Meerab and Murtasim. While their names remain constant, their lives do not. These stories are entirely independent of the Tere Bin drama; they belong to the reality of the world, this author has seen and felt.

~Fiercely Yours ● Zaviyar Shah ~ Marriage is just another contract and I have never signed a contract i didn't intend to control ~ ●Aiza Sheikh ~ I don't need a partner to share my throne. I need a competitor who knows when to stay in his lane ~ ■ One Wedding. Two Empires. A Penthouse That Isn't Big Enough For Both Thier Egos. ■

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏 , 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅." ╰┈➤𝓘𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓪𝓮𝓮𝓭 - believes she was never meant to love. Her heart feels like shattered glass...fragile, sharp, and dangerous to hold. She keeps her pain close, convinced that love is for the unbroken, and that all she can give the world is hurt. ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ╰┈➤𝓡𝓪𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝓚𝓱𝓪𝓷 - understands pain too well to fear it. Calm, composed, and carrying wounds he never names, he believes scars don't make a person weak...they make them real. Where others see ruin, he sees depth. ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ They come from different storms, constantly clashing, constantly resisting what pulls them together. Yet something quieter than fear binds them...something born from shared wounds rather than perfection. As the world burns them with judgment, taunts, and cruelty, they become each other's shelter. A love that doesn't erase scars but turns them into light. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞. ·˚✎ ﹏ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂

Use ummeed nahi thi ke use notice kiya jayega.. Ek aisi duniya mein jahan khamoshi, tawajjo se zyada mehfooz hoti hai. Lekin koi hai... jo karta hai. Koi jo saayon mein rehta hai..na dikhai deta hai, na sunai deta hai... phir bhi hamesha paas hota hai. Woh nahi jaanti ke woh kaun hai.. Lekin jis tarah uski duniya uski mojoodgi se badalne lagi hai... ek baat to tay hai.. Yeh sab ittefaq nahi tha..

Some love stories don't end with a final chapter - they simply wait for a new edition. This is the tale of the Returning Soul: the quiet belief that when two hearts are bound deeply enough, even death becomes a pause, not an ending. Rehan and Mahi are not new, they are echoes, the living reflections of Rehman and Ulfat. Fate has a strange poetry to it. It changes the setting, the time, the names... yet preserves the essence, untouched. It grants a second chance to the stories that were never truly finished. But fate is never kind without balance. If it offers you another beginning... it always asks for something in return.