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"Was it that easy, Sameer?" Dua jabbed her finger into his firm, muscular chest. "To replace me so quickly? With someone like her, someone I can't stand." "That's not true." "What?" "You don't hate her as much as you hate me, Dua," Sameer said, his voice calm but firm. A frustrated growl escaped her lips. "That's not the same!" "It is the same, Dua. You can't stand me, which is why you resigned as my personal assistant!" He yelled, his calm demeanor cracking. Dua's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desperation. "Saranghae, Sameer!" She shouted, her voice echoing through the office. The intensity of her confession seemed to freeze the moment. Neither of them noticed the small crowd of employees gathering outside the glass door, whispering and glancing in curiosity. The tension between Dua and Sameer grew, but they remained oblivious to the audience forming just beyond the threshold. Sameer looked at her, confusion crossing his face. "Did you just curse me?" Throwing him a murderous look, she walked past him, her shoulder brushing against his with a sharp impact. He let out a groan of pain as he heard her whisper-yell a series of Korean words, clearly meant for him to overhear. "Eotteohge naega michin sarameul salanghage doeeotji?" (How did I end up being in love with a nutcase?) ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Dua Yusuf Siddiqui was a vibrant and outspoken woman, with a heritage that blended Korean and Indian influences. Her life seemed to be on a perfect trajectory until she made a startling realization: she was in love with the very person she once despised. Her nemesis, Sameer Hamza Khan, who also happened to be her best friend's cousin and her former boss. Sameer Hamza Khan was a laid-back and charismatic billionaire, whose easy-going nature won people over. However, his seemingly perfect world was disrupted when Dua began to act oddly. Her behavior shifted dramatically, becoming more erratic and distant. It was no secret that Sameer and Dua had a history of animosity. But when Dua learns that Sameer is now dating Aafreen, a woman she despises, it complicates her feelings further. Will Dua find a way to win back Sameer's heart? Will Sameer ever realise Dua's feelings for him, or will it be too late? Or will the story take an unexpected twist?
Sarah looked her straight in the eye. "Leave Ryan," she whispered. "Please." Nora blinked. "What?" "I love him. I can't live without him. If not, you will see my dead face." The words slammed into Nora like a freight train. Her breath hitched. Her limbs turned to stone. A chilling numbness crept through her chest, making it harder to breathe with every second that passed. The hallway blurred around her, distant and surreal, until her gaze finally locked onto him— Ryan Knights. The boy who had once made her heart race. The boy who had lit up her world with just a smile. The boy who had unknowingly become the center of two hearts—hers and Sarah's. He walked toward her now, his trademark easy grin still lingering on his lips, the same one that once made her insides flutter. But now? That smile carved her open from the inside out. A single tear slipped down Nora's cheek as the truth crashed into her—there was no escaping it. She was in love with Ryan. Hopelessly. Desperately. And in this moment, she realized something far worse... She could lose him. She could lose everything. And so, in one impulsive, devastating heartbeat, Nora made a choice—one that would haunt her for the rest of her life. One that might cost her the one person who had stood beside her since childhood.
History was repeating itself. Once again the groom was replaced at the last moment, but this time he wasn't kidnapped. Fate had him back out itself. Unlike before, this marriage wasn't out of love, but an inconvenience. While Saqib's heart beats for Arzoo. Her heart was shattered into pieces. 'I am...... sorry, Arzoo." His voice repeated in her mind as tears cherished her cheeks. Arzoo's gaze went from her parents to her grandparents, to her relatives. Searching for one person, who knew what she was feeling right now. She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling to find his gaze was already fixed on hers. Only to find him seated on the groom's seat. "Do you Saqib Hamza Khan son of Hamza Rizwan Khan take Arzoo Ayaan Khan as your wife?" The Qazi asked, his eyes settled on the groom. "Why him though?" "Kyuki Agar Mera Baad Tumhe Koi Bepanah Mohabbat Karta Hai, Toh Woh Hai Saqib." Imran said with a smile. "Mujhe Kisi Aur Ki Biwi Ki Jagah Tumhare Bewa Bankar Zindagi Bhar Rehna Manzoor Hain." Arzoo exclaims while tears continue streaming down her eyes. "Par Mujhe Yeh Manzoor Nahi, Arzoo." Imran said a bit angrily. "Unlike other men, you read in novels, I want you happy, your whole life instead of grieving my absence." "Qubool Hai." Saqib says loudly, emphasizing each word as if telling Arzoo that he was there for her like always. But this time not as her best friend, but as a husband. A single tear slid down her eyes, which had his chest tighten. With that, she was now, Arzoo Saqib Khan. She got married to her best friend instead of her first lover, Imran. Zoya nearly loses her posture, but Ayaan's hand found her waist to secure her balance. Tears blurred her vision. As she utters, "Ayaan, Humne Koi Zyadti toh nahi ki na, Arzoo Ke Saath?" For once Ayaan felt at a loss for words. In what felt like forever Ayaan whispers, "I don't know. Bus Yahi Dua Hai Ki Hamara Faisla Inke Haq Mein Ho." *** Arzoo Ayaan Khan instantly fell for Imran Bakhtiyar Sheikh after spending some days with him. His vibes matched hers. They were enjoying their time together, ready to give their relationship a name. Everything was going smoothly. They got engaged and their marriage was in the next month. But fate interferes and their plans are ruined. All went downhill when Imran dies and not before passing her hands to Saqib.
I glanced at the packed suitcases resting beside our bed, a hint of worry tugging at the edge of my thoughts. Pulling off my watch, I placed it on the bedside table, then turned to Sobia. “Are you taking the kids on another vacation?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Silence met my question, thick and heavy. I studied her face, but something was different. The Sobia standing before me seemed like a stranger, an unfamiliar glint in her deep black eyes that I couldn’t quite place. Her usual warmth had been replaced with a look I couldn't read—a look that unnerved me. “Sobia?” I pressed, a strange unease settling in. She took a small breath, her gaze unwavering. “Shahzain,” she whispered, her voice laced with something I couldn't define. She reached out, handing me a file. Her hand trembled slightly as she extended it toward me, the thin folder looking impossibly heavy in her grasp. I frowned, reluctantly accepting it. There was something ominous about this, something that didn’t sit right. My eyes flickered between her and the file, heart hammering as I flipped it open. Inside, the neatly typed words struck me like a punch to the gut. Divorce Papers. I looked up, meeting her steady gaze, hoping I’d misread, that there was some kind of mistake. “Sobia...what is this?” My voice came out rough, almost a whisper. She took a step back, folding her arms defensively across her chest, her jaw set in a way that told me she’d made her decision long before I’d walked into the room. “I’m leaving, Shahzain,” she said, her tone calm but resolute. “This...whatever we have...I can’t do it anymore. I’m taking the kids and leaving this house.” Shock morphed into anger, and I clenched my fists, the sting of betrayal sharp and immediate. “After everything, you’re just... leaving?” I spat, struggling to keep my voice steady. Sobia’s gaze softened, but only slightly. “It’s not about giving up,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about finding peace—for me, for the kids. I can’t keep pretending.” “Pretending?” I echoed, feeling something unravel within me. I had thought we were happy, or at least close enough to it. “I thought we were working through this. I thought—” “We were surviving, Shahzain. But that’s not the same as living. Not for me, and certainly not for our children.” I shook my head, the words feeling like knives. “And you think leaving is the answer?” “Sometimes, letting go is the only way forward,” she replied, though her voice cracked, betraying a hint of the pain she was carrying. “What about us?” I asked, desperation seeping into my voice. Her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken. It pressed against my chest, heavy and suffocating, making the air in the room feel stifling. I stood there, watching her turn away from me, her gaze fixed on a distant point I couldn’t see. I wanted her to look at me. To yell, to cry, to do anything other than stand there with that cold, broken expression that tore me apart. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. Her voice was so quiet I almost missed it, but the word's rang clear, slicing through me like a blade. “There hasn’t been an ‘us’ for a long time, Shahzain.” The finality in her tone struck me harder than I expected. I took a step forward, desperation clawing at my throat. “Love comes with an expiry date, Sobia? Is that what you’re saying?” She didn’t answer immediately, her shoulders stiffening as if bracing herself against my words. When she finally turned to me, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. For a fleeting second, I thought I saw something—pain, hesitation—but it vanished, replaced by a calm that felt unnatural. “So… you don’t love me anymore?” I hated how vulnerable my voice sounded, like a man begging for scraps of something he had already lost. Her eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them, a single tear escaped down her cheek. She wiped it away almost angrily, her hands trembling. “It’s not me, Shahzain,” she whispered, and her voice shook like she was holding back a storm. “It’s you. Your love for me had expired long before mine ever could.”
Her life was perfectly fine until he storm inside it. And became obsessed with her. And ruined her for other man. •Jasmeen• He's unbelievably handsome, even though he wears mask. He likes to call himself King. And me His Whore. He likes to remind me every second that I belong to him. Whether I like it or not. He's my stalker. And he made my life my worst nightmare. •King• Beautiful Face. Long Hairs. Whiskey Eyes. And Curvy Body. She was the definition of My Obsession. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she had to be mine. Whether it be physically or be in papers. I am ready to claim what's mine.
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