| Novel Name: | Dushman E Jaan |
| Writer: | RK Writes |
| Category: | Forced Marriage |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Dushman E Jaan By RK Writes
' " "You are such a liar, I don't love you"
Slowly the same thing crept over Hashim, he was losing control of his mind, he grabbed Amraha who was coming closer with difficulty with one jerk by her loose wet hair and brought her face in front of his face
"Ha. Hashim"
Finding her grip tight, she couldn't help but blush while her eyes met, she couldn't bear the beauty and the beauty of this cruel person
"Shhh. No noise. I. Hated you so much"
He placed his index finger on Amraha's dry lips and while he was giving advice, her words and breathing were restricted
"You. You. Hurt. Me. Me. So. Much. As soon as Hashim's focus went to her dry lips, he caressed the edge of her lips with his finger. Amraha pressed her lips together. Hashim noticed that his heart was beating fast, but the one in front of him, this cruel person had even stopped breathing. The reason is that today Hashim He would say and she would listen but for now the pounding of her heart could be heard
"My dear, my dear, my love, these lips.. have. not. expressed. love. even. love."
Focusing on her separated lips, immersed in her pink lip-loose, he spoke in a low, intoxicated voice while his index finger traveled from lips to the edge of lips and that moment was enough to take the life of the enemies of his soul
"When...when these lips. Mir. Instead of my name. pronounce the name of someone else. Then Hashim's heart. swears to God on them. In his possession. Make. the fire of love. Give me severe punishment and then listen to my dear love. Listen"
With every moment, the bliss became perfect and Amraha's soul was filled with the intentions of the person in front of her today. Amraha was lifeless just thinking about it. She was about to fall to the ground. Hashim even supported love, so he took her life. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her to his chest, held her hair, and brought her face closer to his face. He stared at her beauty. Sometimes her eyelids drooped, sometimes her cheeks turned red. But when those trembling, parted lips stood in the heat of those insolent eyes, Hashim became a complete rebel lover.
"These lips of the resurrection. My support. Are asking for permission. What to hold back? Take these breaths."
He leaned further on his lips and confessed to every insult he had leveled against himself, while Hashim's hot, burning breaths were falling on Amrah's lips, which Janam Aashiqi had to drink even without wanting to. Why was he testing her? If he wasn't wrapping up every passing moment, he wasn't letting it scatter either. Such was the love of Hashim Durani in front of him.
"Janam Aashiqi"
Hashim understood the answer from Amrah's still unraised eyelids in an instant, insulting her breaths. Every breath of Janam Aashiqi was his. The manor became a mansion, and a sweet, sweet-smelling breeze rose up, and he relaxed his grip on Amrah's hair, and then feeling the same moment, he gently held Amrah's cheeks, then, to his shame, he brought her closer than ever. The two of them were entangled in their closeness, and Hashim Durrani was about to come to sort out this confusion. Amrah, declaring herself a prisoner, tugged on his shirt.
The intensity took refuge in her breaths, but before Amrah could get away, she let go of her fist and punched him hard on the chest. Hashim, in an instant, freed the man in front of her, saving her breath.
"Huh. Hauh. Hashim."
She controlled herself, her eyes downcast, her feet turned back and she sat on the bed, perhaps she was getting a little more nervous from this act or her heart was afraid of further insults, so she didn't have the courage to stand up to the oppressor, then she sat away. Hashim was looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"You slapped me. Why didn't you hit me?"
With a little courage, he walked right up to Amraha. He was coming to imprison her again, how hard it was to get free. But the girl's senses were disturbed when she saw this drunken man sitting at her feet. Even in his drunkenness, he wanted to remain a slave to his love.
"Get up, Hashim."
Hashim placed his head on Amraha's knee, so Amraha felt strange. She wanted to lift Hashim, but at that moment Hashim held Amraha's hand.
"I miss Mama Baba a lot today."
His head on his knee He held Amraha's hand and placed it on his cheeks. Today was the first time Hashim had said such a thing to Amraha. On one hand, he had passed, and on the other, these words were the doomsday.
"Oh, you too are leaving, everyone is leaving. Now you will marry someone else and I will be alone again, the one who has no one to love and care for me."
He closed his eyes and spoke in a shocked, sad, broken tone. The injustice happened when Amraha found the palm of his hand wet with Hashim's tears.
"Who told you that Amraha would leave her burger?"
Going downstairs with him, Amraha first wiped away these wet tears and then hugged him tightly and he kept watching.
"You"
Hashim took Amraha in his arms and, using his soft voice, began to hide her further in himself.
"Don't be crazy. You have always been mine. Now get up from here and lie down."
As he did so, his strong Freeing herself from her chest, she grabbed Hashim's arm and sat him on the bed.
"I leave you whenever you sleep. I won't close my eyes. I always want to see you."
Amraha adjusted the comforter on her, then Hashim asked with fear, was he that afraid of losing Amraha?
"Don't want you like crazy, don't make me believe in your love, I'm not going anywhere until then. Right now, I have to bother you a lot, so don't bring these useless thoughts. I will always be yours and be with you."
She would bend down and kiss him on the forehead. She had given peace to Hashim's heart. Whatever she had risen from the substance mixed in this milk, she was slowly coming down, but her mind was asking for sleep.
"You are my
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Introduction Of Novel
Dushman-e-Jaan is an emotional, romantic, and revenge-based Urdu novel that explores the thin line between love and hatred.
The story revolves around a ruthless and arrogant man who becomes the enemy of his own heart (Dushman-e-Jaan) when his feelings clash with his pride and revenge. What begins as a plan to hurt and destroy the heroine soon turns into a battle within himself — between his hatred and uncontrollable love.
The heroine, on the other hand, is a strong, pure-hearted girl who faces his cruelty with patience and dignity. As time unfolds, the hero realizes the depth of his mistake and the pain he caused, leading to regret, repentance, and emotional redemption.
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