Dr. Mohammad Abrar is known as the "Hitler" of City Care Hospital - strict, emotionless, and impossible to impress. Dr. Rukhsar, on the other hand, enters the same hospital with nervous dreams and quiet determination "Dr. Rukhsar, you are in the middle of your critical surgical rotation. Do you think.....hospital can afford to lose an intern for half a month?" He said "Khud ki shaadi hai aur wajah mujhse pooch rahe hain..." ​"Speak up, Dr. Rukhsar" Abrar commanded quietly. ​"Sir, meri shaadi hai" she said aloud, her voice tight. "Bed 3 ka IV drip abhi tak kyun nahi badla? Maine bees minute pehle order diya tha" Abrar stepped toward her, his eyes piercing right through her, cold and entirely unforgiving. "Sir, main yahan child patient ko stitch kar rahi hoon... inka bleed zada tha.... Bas do minute, main karke-" "Maine 'do minute' nahi maange thay, Doctor!" Abrar stopped right at the edge of the bed...."Wahan patient severely dehydrated ho raha hai, unka BP drop kar raha hai, aur aap yahan apni marzi se priorities set kar rahi hain? If you cannot multitask under pressure, you don't belong in the ER! Go and fix that drip. Now!" "Hospital gossiping ke liye nahi hota, Rukhsar" he said, his voice sharp. "Hum bas 5 minute ka break le rahe thy sir" she replied, intentionally using the formal title, though it felt like salt on a raw wound. "Rukhsar?" he murmured, his voice dipping as she reached out, her fingers gently unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. "You're always so busy being 'Dr. Abrar" she whispered, stepping closer until her feet touched his.... She looked up at him through her lashes, her hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the heavy, steady thud of his heartbeat. "Tonight, just be my husband..... Completely....."

𝗥𝗨𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗔 𝗫 𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗘𝗥 ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ She was simplicity. He was power. And their love... unstoppable. When Aryaveer Singh Rathore, a royal mafia king feared by all, met Ruhanika joshi, a simple, strong-willed girl, he didn't know he was falling for the one woman who would change his world What began with stolen glances turned into deep love-and soon, a grand love marriage that shocked both families and enemies alike. But love isn't always easy. Between Ruhanika's emotional strength and Aryaveer's dangerous world, their journey is full of passion, pain, tradition, and transformation. From royal halls to mafia wars, from playful nok-jhok to sacred vows, HUKUM'S JAAN is the story of a love so fierce, even fate bows to it. ✨ A man who ruled the world, but surrendered to one woman-his Queen, his Jaan. "This heart only beats for you, Ruhanika... forever." - Aryaveer (Hukum) #Royal series' 3 #royalfamily #royalromance #familydrama #desiromance #lovestorie PUBLISHED DATE : 2 JUN 2025

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."