Arsh was not just a man he was a storm in human form. People whispered his name in fear. One stare from him could silence a crowd, one command could destroy empires. He was the most dangerous mafia boss the world had ever known fearless, ruthless, and untouchable. But even the darkest hearts can be shaken by light. That light was Hazel. She was innocent, kind, and pure a girl who believed in love, not power. She had no idea that her simple smile would capture the heart of a man who could destroy the world. Arsh first saw her in a small café, her laughter cutting through the noise like a melody he didn’t know he needed. For the first time, his heart hesitated. He wanted her and Arsh always got what he wanted. Within weeks, her life changed forever. She was taken into his world, surrounded by danger and shadows. She tried to resist, but Arsh’s power was undeniable. He forced her into marriage, a ceremony surrounded by men with guns and hearts made of stone. On their wedding night, the air was thick with smoke. Arsh stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his cold eyes hidden behind the haze. Hazel sat silently on the edge of the bed, her white dress glowing in the dim light. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling like his dark thoughts. “You don’t need to fear me,” he said in a deep, calm voice that carried both warning and promise. “The world fears me enough for both of us.” Hazel looked up, trembling. “Then why me?” she whispered. Arsh turned, his expression unreadable. “Because you’re the only thing I can’t control.” And for the first time, the man who could destroy the world felt powerless against love.

Qais & Leyla: From Enemies to Lovers When Qais met Leyla, they couldn’t stand each other. He thought she was too stubborn; she thought he was too proud. Every class debate turned into a battlefield words sharp, eyes sharper. But fate had its humor. They kept running into each other in the library, at the café, under the same umbrella when it rained. Slowly, their arguments turned into conversations. Their sarcasm softened into laughter. One night, Qais found Leyla reading alone. “Come to argue again?” she teased. He smiled. “Not today.” That was the moment everything changed. By the end of the semester, the boy who once called her annoying was writing poems about her smile. And the girl who promised she’d never fall for him? She kissed him first.

Crimson Hearts The night bled silver over the city as Zayn Khan stood by the window, the scent of gunpowder still clinging to him. Heir to the Khan empire feared, untouchable, and heartless. His world was built on blood and vengeance. And his father’s greatest enemy had one weakness a daughter. Mirha Malik. He saw her first at a charity gala soft laughter, eyes bright like peace he’d forgotten existed. He didn’t know who she was, only that her smile made the world stop. Until he learned her name… and everything shattered. He tried to stay away, burying his thoughts under bullets and smoke, but fate was cruel. A failed kidnapping brought her into his world trembling, defiant, and heartbreakingly pure. “You’re not going to hurt me… are you?” “If I was, you wouldn’t still be breathing,” he said, but his voice trembled with something dangerously close to care. He told himself he needed her for information a pawn in a war of revenge. Yet each meeting turned softer, every glance slower. “You shouldn’t trust me,” he warned. “Then why do I feel safe with you?” she whispered. And that was the beginning of the end. When their fathers discovered the truth, blood rained. Zayn was given a choice power or love. “If it’s her or this empire,” his father growled, “you already know.” “I do,” Zayn said quietly. “I choose her.” They ran through gunfire, through betrayal, through the ruins of their families’ pride. The world called them traitors. They called it freedom. On a cold night far from home, he held her close, whispering against her hair, “You were the only war I ever wanted to lose.” And in that moment, even the darkness bowed to love.

The night was silent, except for the distant sound of thunder. Karachi’s skyline held its breath, as if it knew something dangerous was about to happen. Inside a grand mansion, Ahmad Khan, the city’s most feared mafia leader, adjusted his cufflinks calm on the outside, chaos within. Tonight, he was getting married. To Mishal Ahsan. The woman he had loved all his life. The woman who despised him now. Mishal sat quietly in her bridal room, hands trembling, her heart heavy. She didn’t want this marriage. She didn’t want him. Ahmad’s world was blood and power everything she hated. But her father’s debt had sealed her fate. When Ahmad entered, his voice was low, steady, and heartbreakingly gentle. “Mishal,” he said, “you don’t have to fear me.” She looked up, eyes cold. “Then why force me into this?” Ahmad smiled faintly. “Because I’ve already lost you once. I won’t lose you again not to anyone, not even to destiny.”

About him; name Akmal he is 20 years old have bad anger issues love you so much!! can burn the world for you!! About you: Name Ayat you’re 18 years old sensitive