Its_moonwrites
Izha Sheikh was the secret heartbeat of her cousin Arsalan, their love a quiet promise whispered between Istanbul and Canada. But a chance collision in a crowded Islamabad hallway changed everything. To Azlan Khan, the cold-blooded CEO and shadow-ruler of the city, Izha wasn't just a woman; she was a fever he couldn't break.
Driven by an obsession that blurred the lines between protection and prison, Azlan moved with lethal precision. On the night she was to pledge her life to another, he tore her from her home, silenced her family's protests with the weight of his power, and dragged her into a forced Nikah. Now, trapped in the heart of her enemy's fortress, Izha finds herself bound to a man who treats her like a goddess to be worshipped-and a prisoner who is never allowed to leave his sight.
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Azlan: "Stop looking at the door, Izha. The world you lived in ended the moment you stepped into this Haveli. From tonight, the name 'Arsalan' is a sin in this house. You are a Khan now. My Khan."
Izha: (Voice trembling but sharp) "You think a few words from an Imam and a signature on a paper make me yours? You've kidnapped a body, Azlan. My heart is thousands of miles away, with a man who actually knows how to love, not just own."
Azlan: (A ghost of a smirk appearing, his thumb brushing her lower lip) "Then I will enjoy the slow burn of watching you forget him. I have a lifetime to make you realize that your heart doesn't need to love me to belong to me. It just needs to beat... and every beat it takes is because I allow it."
Izha: "You're a monster."