It was around nine at night. The window beside our bed was open, letting the cool air drift inside. The sky was clear, the moon glowing gently, as if watching over us. Wrapped in my blue shawl, I lay back against the pillows, one hand resting protectively over my baby bump, slowly caressing it.
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Faithful Betrayal. For the women who gave their all and were still left asking, βWas I enough?β β Rehan Qureshi would kneel on broken glass just to hear you say his name again. He doesn't move onβhe waits. He doesnβt love gentlyβhe aches. His jealousy isnβt quietβitβs a storm that shakes his soul to the core. He doesnβt just want you faithfulβhe needs you to be his reason to survive, even if it means tearing himself apart. Jasmine Shaikh wasnβt his peace β she was the beautiful wound that kept him alive, bleeding loyalty with every breath. Who needs drugs when Jasmine smiles? Thatβs his addiction. This isnβt forgiveness. This is a battlefield of hearts.
Beautiful Betrayal. For the girls who love like fire and wonder if anyone will ever match their chaosβ Meet Zaid Siddiqui, the man who sees your madness and calls it poetry. Heβd 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 doesnβt just want you. He needs youβlike 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 wasnβt a mistake β she was the war he chose to fight, knowing heβd never win but refusing to walk away. Heβll break rules, hearts, and himself just to keep you close. Who needs sanity when obsession tastes like a promise whispered in the dark? This isnβt a game. This is addiction with a heartbeat.
Truthful Betrayal. For the girls who cried over the ones who forgot themβ Hereβs Asad Riaz, a man who doesnβt move on. He spirals. Heβll watch you laugh with someone else and smile β but only because he's imagining breaking every bone in that manβs body. He doesnβt get jealousβ¦ he gets ruined. Heβd rather choke on the truth than watch you live peacefully with a lie. His love isnβt sweet. Itβs sharp. Aleena Nasr wasnβt his weakness β she was the fire he walked into, again and again, with open arms and a bleeding heart. Heβd beg, break, and bleed before letting you walk away. Who needs revenge when your absence feels like a punishment crafted by the universe? Warning: Heβs not healthy, but heβs yours. This isnβt a romance. This is possession dressed up as love.
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