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Uns Ki Mohabbat : Heartstrings

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Uns Ki Mohabbat : Heartstrings

"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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Ongoing book - Uns ki mohabbat. New Novel : The Truthful Betrayal.

The Truthful Betrayal : DARK ROMANCE |18+|
"Asad," she whispered deeply, and I felt myself losing control. Slowly, I brought my hand toward her neck. The V-neck of her outfit was as tempting as her hair and lips. When my hand reached her necklace—a simple yet elegant design with a circular stone and diamond engravings—I started playing with it. Looking up, I noticed her swallowing hard at my actions. "Yes, love?" I whispered deeply, my voice carrying the weight of my intent. I knew my deep voice was her weakness, and I loved how it affected her. "You're... too close," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "Am I not supposed to be?" I asked, my tone husky, watching as she gulped again, losing herself more and more to the point of no return. "But you hate me—" "You're mine, Aleena," I interrupted, warning her. My voice grew darker, the intensity in my gaze matching the claim I had just made. I knew I hated her, but she was still mine. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. If she hated me, so be it. It didn’t matter because there was no way I would ever let her go, no matter how much I despised her. "I am not yours, Mr. Riaz," she shot back confidently, her glare fierce. That’s exactly what I loved about her—she didn’t fear me. She was queen of boldness, unapologetic, and intoxicatingly like hell! I chuckled at her response, my amusement tinged with anger. Grabbing her neck, I let my darkened grey eyes meet hers, my grip firm yet steady. "I'm not asking you to be mine, love," I said, my voice softening as her expression wavered. "I'm informing you—you are mine!" Her gaze turned to shock, leaving her too stunned to respond.
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