Exactly at 10:00 PM, being slightly drenched from the rain, carrying a bag full of Ayesha's shades in one hand and a small bouquet of tulips in the other, I found myself standing at her doorstep, waiting for her to open the door and show me her beautiful face, which would brighten my mood as freshly as these tulips.
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Beautiful Betrayal. For the girls who love like fire and wonder if anyone will ever match their chaos— Meet Zaid Siddiqui, the man who sees your madness and calls it poetry. He’d watch the world burn if it meant you'd look at him one more time. Forget red flags. He waves them while smiling and begs you to stay. He doesn’t just want you. He needs you—like a drug that steals his breath and leaves him begging for more. His love is chaos wrapped in charm. His betrayal? Beautiful and deadly. Ayesha Hayat wasn’t a mistake — she was the war he chose to fight, knowing he’d never win but refusing to walk away. He’ll break rules, hearts, and himself just to keep you close. Who needs sanity when obsession tastes like a promise whispered in the dark? This isn’t a game. This is addiction with a heartbeat.
Faithful Betrayal. For the women who gave their all and were still left asking, “Was I enough?” — Rehan Qureshi would kneel on broken glass just to hear you say his name again. He doesn't move on—he waits. He doesn’t love gently—he aches. His jealousy isn’t quiet—it’s a storm that shakes his soul to the core. He doesn’t just want you faithful—he needs you to be his reason to survive, even if it means tearing himself apart. Jasmine Shaikh wasn’t his peace — she was the beautiful wound that kept him alive, bleeding loyalty with every breath. Who needs drugs when Jasmine smiles? That’s his addiction. This isn’t forgiveness. This is a battlefield of hearts.
"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat hoon," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last.
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