The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, trapping Lily inside with the last person she ever expected to see up close Rehan khan, the city’s most feared mafia leader. She recognized him instantly: the sharp suit, the cold eyes, the aura that made the air feel heavier. She clutched her grocery bag tighter and stared at the glowing floor numbers, willing the elevator to move faster.Rehan glanced at her, amused. “Relax. I don’t bite.” Lily swallowed. “I’m not nervous.” His brow lifted. “You’re shaking.”Before she could deny it, the elevator suddenly jolted, lights flickering, then stopped. Lily gasped, nearly dropping her things.Rehan pressed the emergency button, then sighed. “Great. We’re stuck.”Minutes passed in tense silence. Lily’s breath grew shaky, and she sank to the floor. “I hate small spaces. ”Rehan watched her, and to her surprise, his expression softened. He lowered himself beside her. “Breathe slowly,” he said quietly. “Focus on my voice.”She did. And somehow, it helped.After a moment, she peeked at him. “You’re not as scary as people say.”He gave a low chuckle. “Don’t test that theory.” Finally, the elevator hummed back to life and the doors opened. Lily stood, steady again.Thank you,” she said shyly.Rehan smirked as he stepped out. “Anytime, little dove”

Musa was the son of a feared mafia boss, raised in a world where threats were normal and emotions were weaknesses.He never cared for anyone until he saw Nayab, the daughter of his father’s biggest enemy.He fell for her instantly.Their families hated each other, and Nayab wanted nothing to do with Musa.She avoided him, rejected him, and warned him to stay away.But Musa was not someone who accepted “no” easily.When a violent clash broke out between the two families, Nayab got trapped in the middle. Musa found her first. He took her away, not gently, not politely he dragged her out of danger, determined to keep her from being used as a pawn in the war. Nayab was furious, shouting at him to let her go.But Musa’s voice was cold:“If I release you, they will destroy you just to hurt me. I’m not giving them that chance.”Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Musa made a harsh decision.He brought her to a safe house and declared,“You’ll marry me. It’s the only way to protect you from this war.” Nayab resisted, cried, argued but Musa’s world didn’t leave room for choices.The marriage happened quickly, under pressure, under fear, under chaos. Nayab didn’t love him. Musa didn’t wait for her love.He only knew one thing he wasn’t letting her go.

Raheem was known in his town as the fearless boy not because he fought people, but because he always stood up for what he believed was right. Aliya, quiet and kind-hearted, lived on the other side of the village.One day, their families got into a serious argument over land. To end the conflict, the elders suggested something no one expected a forced marriage between Raheem and Aliya to unite both families.Aliya was shocked. Raheem didn’t like the idea either, but he stepped forward bravely. “Aliya should decide for herself,” he said boldly in front of everyone. “A marriage without her choice means nothing.” His words stunned the elders. Aliya looked at him, surprised by his courage. After a long silence, she finally spoke. “I don’t want to be forced,” she said softly, “but I’m willing to choose peace.” Raheem smiled gently. “Then let’s decide together not because they forced us, but because we want to end the fight.” In the end, they agreed to take time to know each other first. The families respected their decision, and the conflicts slowly faded. Raheem’s fearlessness didn’t create the marriage it protected Aliya’s choice. And from that moment on, their story began on their own terms, not anyone else’s.

Kamyar was the boy everyone feared untouchable, dangerous, a name whispered more than spoken. No one crossed him. No one questioned him. And no one ever dared lay a hand on him.Until Ayra.She came from a world of dignity and calm, a world he had never touched. She hated injustice the way he lived in it.Their collision happened on a stormy night.Kamyar had a boy cornered. Ayra walked by, umbrella dripping, books in her arms and stepped between them without hesitation.“Move,” Kamyar warned.“It matters when someone is being hurt,” she replied.Gasps. Silence. Then Her palm struck his face.A clean, shocking slap.Kamyar froze. No one had ever hit him. Not once. But this small girl with fire in her eyes did it like she wasn’t afraid of death.She pulled the frightened boy behind her.“Leave him alone.”Something cracked inside Kamyar. Not anger something deeper. Respect. Curiosity. A dangerous, unfamiliar pull.From that moment, her slap lived louder in his mind than any fight.It didn’t shame him.It changed him.He stopped looking for trouble.He started looking for her.People said the feared Kamyar had gone soft.But he knew the truth: He had fallen for the only girl who wasn’t afraid of him the girl whose courage struck harder than her hand. And he changed for her. Only her.

In the heart of Karachi’s underworld, the name Sikandar Khan was enough to silence a room. Son of a mafia lord, he had inherited not just the empire but the burden of its darkness. Ruthless to his enemies, loyal only to blood, Sikandar lived in a world where love was a weakness, and power the only truth. But then came Alizey Rahman a quiet, innocent girl from a respectable family.She had never even imagined crossing paths with someone like Sikandar. Fate, however, had other plans. One night, Alizey’s brother made a grave mistake he crossed the Khan Mafia. A debt unpaid, a secret deal gone wrong. When the time came to collect, Sikandar found Alizey instead of her brother. He saw the fear in her eyes, the trembling of her hands, and for the first time in years, something inside him hesitated. But his world didn’t allow hesitation.“You’ll come with me,” Sikandar said coldly. “Why? I’ve done nothing!” Alizey’s voice broke, trembling like a fragile leaf in a storm. “Your brother did. And you’ll pay the price.” When she was dragged into his mansion, the world she knew shattered. Days blurred into nights; the walls seemed to whisper her despair. Then one morning, Sikandar made his declaration: “You will marry me.” Alizey stared at him, disbelief and fury burning behind her tears. “You can’t force me!” “I can,” he said darkly, “and I will. You’ll carry my name. That way, no one will dare touch you or your brother again.” It wasn’t love. It was control. Or so it began. The marriage was a storm of silence and stolen glances.

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.

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