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"You're already the mother of my four children," Arsalan chuckled, "and you're about to bring another one into this world. And you say I wasn't romantic?" Sahira stared at him with scornful eyes. "If you want to know how romantic you were," she said, her voice laced with venom, "then listen..." She recounted her experiences in such a poisonous tone that Arsalan's cheeks flushed to his ears. "And if you want to hear about all the things you did to me..." Arsalan's playful demeanor evaporated. He released her wrist, and Sahira wriggled away from him. Arsalan's gaze fell to the ground. "Was I that bad?" "You're far worse than bad, Arsalan. This act of amnesia you're putting on - you could fool the entire world with it. But not me. I've seen your masterful acting before. But I'm not going to fall for your deception anymore, Arsalan Ansari." Sahira was about to turn and walk away when Arsalan's voice reached her from behind. "Hira...can't you forgive me? I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember anything about who I was, what I did... Please believe me. Forgive me." For a moment, Sahira's heart wavered. Her feet remained rooted to the spot. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with doubt. "Very well. What a splendid performance, Arsalan. You should win an Oscar," she said sarcastically, and walked away. Arsalan let out a deep sigh and stood there, alone. -------- Arsalan Ansari, the ruthless mafia kingpin, operates on a cold, calculated smile. But a glimpse of vulnerability cracks his icy facade. Has amnesia truly buried his past - a past rife with vengeance and betrayal - or is this a masterfully crafted ploy to outmaneuver his enemies? As the line between truth and manipulation blurs, one thing remains certain: underestimating Arsalan Ansari could be your deadliest mistake.

'I want a divorce, Saana.' Sana's steps came to a halt. She couldn't take another step since she couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet. She froze in place. Hamza didn't stop talking.' I have fallen in love with someone else. And, I can never cheat on you. So, I have thought we should separate. I am sorry.'Every single person's gaze was locked on them. Bibi was staring at Saana with worry.'I won't divorce you,' Saana murmured, inhaling some fresh air. You can get married again. I don't have any objections. You don't have to apologize.'Saana didn't look back. She dashed away. Hamza's brow furrowed. Someone on the inside, though, grasped and unclasped his heart. He took off his cufflinks and walked into his room. --------- True love never ends. You just have to discover it once again.

"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

Hasna, a convicted murderer, has been offered a marriage proposal by a mysterious man. Although she's hesitant, she agrees to marry him to escape her troubled past. As she starts her new life, she can't shake the feeling that her husband's motives are unclear, and she worries he's up to something sinister. Despite these reservations, she begins to fall in love with him. As she becomes more comfortable in her new life, Hasna starts to uncover the dark secrets her husband has been hiding. She's faced with a difficult decision - should she stay with him and risk being dragged back into her troubled past, or should she risk everything to escape his control and find true happiness?

Shadows dance in Armani as Zahran, a billionaire with a past shrouded in secrets, stumbles upon a captivating beauty on the river's edge with no memories of her past. Yet an invisible thread draws them together. Love struck unexpectedly. The billionaire found him falling for the amnesiac beauty. Their destinies intertwine, promising a new life, yet the gilded cage they inhabit creaks with buried truths. A spectral echo rises from the ashes of Zahran's past, the notorious Joker, a thief long presumed dead. Is it a phantom, or a harbinger of nightmares clawing back from the grave? With each chilling cackle of the Joker, the facade of normalcy shatters, revealing a web of deception as intricate as Zahran's own fortune. Buried secrets scream for release, threatening to drown their fragile love in the murky waters of the past. Will their love withstand the encroaching darkness, or succumb to haunting echoes of an unknown life? DON'T MISS THE RIVETING TALE OF: LOVE, MYSTERY, AND THE JOKER. Unmask the Joker in this page-turning labyrinth of secrets, where the final curtain call leaves you breathless.

'Aren't you my wife?' Hadi retorted, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Masooma remained silent. 'Not for too long,' she replied. 'And what made you think so?' 'You.' 'Haven't you heard I change my mind?' 'May I know why?' 'You want to hear your praises from my mouth?'Hadi smiled. 'No, I want to know what made you change your mind?' Masooma remained unfazed. 'Look, you have transformed well. You possess all the qualities to be my wife.' 'Hadi Yusuf, have you wondered if you possess all the qualities to be my husband? You are irresponsible, arrogant, egotistic, ill-mannered, and somewhat narcissistic,' Masooma said. Hadi, growing angry, abruptly stopped the car on the side and glared at her. 'Get out,' he barked. ---------- When the arrogant and wealthy Hadi Yusuf married Masooma at his mother's request, he had no intention of falling in love with her. In fact, he planned to divorce her as soon as possible. However, after years of marriage, something unexpected happened. Masooma transformed into the woman of Hadi's dreams, and he found himself falling deeply in love with her. Unfortunately, Masooma's heart had already been hardened by Hadi's initial rejection and indifferent treatment. She no longer saw him as anything more than a stranger, and she had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with him. Undeterred by her rejection, Hadi is determined to win Masooma's heart. He knows that it will be a difficult task, but he is willing to do whatever it takes to prove his love to her. Will Hadi's persistent love be enough to overcome Masooma's past hurt? Or will she forever remain out of his reach?