Danish Taimoor AT #7 II People's Champion II - Page 50

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGtuLtZ7vEg

Ok so I was watching Ishq Hai again (coz none of y'all are here and I am having severe Danish withdrawals) and I noticed lots of continuity errors and one outfit.

Remember that blue and pink outfit of Minal's which Puruu had posted and we thought its bridal shower for Naina?

Go back and see the episode where Isra and Shahzaib officially move back into the bada ghar. She's wearing that suit. Because of the lighting, the pink dupatta appears white. If I saw it correctly, that outfit had been utilised after all.

And that blanket wala scene seems to have been somewhere between Episode 19-21...possibly to show Isra warming upto Shahzaib coz uska bandage haath ka nikal gaya tha.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Okay soo....Chapter 4 is here 😆

I've had a terrible writers block all this while and have been trying to streamline some things in my own life so its taken longer than I thought to update. But thank you for your patience. Please leave a nice review because that really encourages me...and I am a greedy b**ch 😆

This chapter does have explicit content towards the end so if you're uncomfortable, then you can skip it...who am I kidding y'all are as bad as me 🤣 #indicationgang 😆

Special shoutout to -shopaholic- whose feedback on the storyline really cleared the mess in my head. Thank you so much girl, you have no idea how helpful its been! 🤗

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Chapter 4

Noora

I had been reprimanded by Jiah repeatedly because of my non-stop fidgeting. She was not wrong, I had an image to live up to, but the situation was not allowing me to remain cool and calm. The water droplets hitting my skin during my shower did the opposite of calming me down, my morning breakfast tasted extra flavourful and on top of that, I wore my sexiest undergarments instead of the comfortable cotton ones.

All of this because of one man: Sultan Durrani.

Ever since the party last night, my skin had become sensitive, my pupils were dilated, my skin was flushed…in short I was totally turned on. That only caused me to kick myself mentally because he was not mine to win over. He and the waitress from last night, Nageen did have something going on, despite him getting all flustered around the two of us. In this entire circus, Narmeen Durrani was trying to get him to marry her. And additionally, him and I nearly kissed last night.

Wow. Not even a week since I returned to the country where I was originally from and already so much drama.

Looking at my black pantsuit one last time in the mirror, I made my way to my car, Jiah already seated, waiting for me expectantly.

‘What’s been taking you so long?’ She was annoyed. ‘You know if this bidding doesn’t go as planned then the Durranis get that piece of land.’

‘I know that,’ I half-snapped. ‘I am just not interested in being in the same room as Sultan Durrani.’

‘Really?’ She raised an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes, ‘Yes really.’

‘It didn’t seem that way yesterday when he looked like he wanted to eat you up.’

I spluttered, choking on my saliva and going into a coughing fit. Jiah whacked my back until it subsided and I sat with my head tilted upwards.

‘I have no idea what you’re saying,’ I croaked.

She snorted, ‘Oh please. I saw you too. You would have been more than happy to scream his name all night.’

I groaned loudly, ‘Okay who all saw this.’

‘No one. But I know you since years, Noora. You stay away from men but admit it, you were charmed by him.’

It made no sense to lie to her.

‘You’re right,’ I shook my head. ‘Gosh why did this have to happen to me?’

‘What do you mean? He is incredibly hot, Noora, and is super intelligent. And can charm any woman into bed.’

‘So what’s your point?’ I glared at her.

She sighed, ‘My point is it’s not unusual to be attracted to him.’

‘But I don’t want to be attracted to him! Not with the Nageen and Narmeen situation going on.’

‘Noora, its completely normal okay? You can feel this way and not act on these emotions. Anyway, its been years since you dated, I imagine your hormones are sleeping.’

‘Apparently they didn’t last night,’ I said sarcastically. The car came to a halt, stopping outside the building named Durrani Enterprises. It was the sinful Devil’s lair and I was the not-so-innocent Eve on my way to a business meeting, which I am sure would require me to put in a lot of effort not to do anything “embarrassing”.

‘Good Morning Miss Khan.’ The receptionist greeted us. ‘Mr Durrani is in the conference room on the 20th Floor. Allow me to escort you.’

The Receptionist let us into the elevator and we fell into comfortable silence as the elevator zoomed upwards. I realised the 20th Floor was the last floor in the building. Trust Sultan to exhibit his power even in this situation. The view from the conference hall would be incredible and I am sure given Sultan’s aura, it would make the opposite party feel vulnerable. Because he would exhibit the feeling that he owns the world.

Living upto the meaning of his name…

The elevator slowed and the doors opened, indicating us to get off. The Receptionist pointed towards a room and said, ‘Miss Jiah, you will have to wait in there. This meeting is only between Mr. Durrani, Miss Khan and the respective parties.’

‘I am supposed to be in that room with her,’ Jiah’s protective side leaped out within a few seconds.

‘Ma’am you can wait there. Mr Durrani’s assistant is in the room too, and there’s an intercom connection. Miss Khan can call you whenever she wants.’

Jiah gave up, knowing the argument would be futile. Instead she turned to me and said, ‘Buzz me okay? I’ll be there.’

‘Don’t worry, I got this,’ I smiled at her, walking towards the conference office’s door.

‘Yeah sure,’ I heard Jiah mutter.

She was right. I was screwed, but there was no way out.

Shaking my head slowly, I pushed open the door and entered the room, seeing the only other person turning around to face me.

Sultan Durrani looked sinful. Wearing an all-black suit, his hair immaculately set, and sunglasses which he took off after noticing me, it took all my strength to not do something stupid.

‘Good morning Noora,’ he said, his timbre hitting me in the right places.

‘Good morning Sultan,’ I replied, knowing it affected him when I said his name.

His pupils dilated for a second, before he cleared his throat, ‘The MLA isn’t here, but I didn’t expect you here so soon.’

‘Well you don’t look surprised enough then,’ I smirked, making my way to the huge glass-only wall where he was standing. ‘Your receptionist already called you the minute I entered through gates. That’s why you put on your sunglasses.’

‘Didn’t you see the sunlight in the room?’ His grinned at me. ‘I could be just protecting my eyes.’

‘Who are you kidding Sultan, it was all for the dramatic impact.’ I stared at his all-too-handsome face, waiting for his reply.

Sultan

Was I so transparent now? Had I lost my touch to intimidate every single person in the room?

Noora could see right through my actions, it seems. While that pissed me off, it was nothing compared to how she looked in her pantsuit. Hair open, light makeup and high heels, she made me want to cancel this meeting and drag her across the table.

‘You got lucky this time,’ I grinned at her and sat down. My pants were extremely uncomfortable, thanks to her.

‘Oh please, I believe in handwork and psychology. And it’s just a matter of time before I get this deal,’ she replied confidently, yet sweetly. I nearly groaned when I saw her shy smile, using her hair as a curtain to create a barrier between the two of us. Was she feeling the same pull?

‘We’ll see about that. By the way, what will you drink, tea or coffee?’

‘Just a water please,’ she said softly.

I dialled and ordered a coffee for me and a water for her. She seemed to be waiting for me to keep the call.

‘Hope you enjoyed the party last night.’ I said nonchalantly, wanting to see her reaction after I mentioned it.

Her breath hitched, confirming my theory. She did recall our chemistry last night. ‘It was eventful.’ Was all she said, staring at her palms.

I frowned internally, noticing she had not move her hair off her angelic face. There was no guarantee that I would see her again after today, so I had to make the most of it. Embed the innocence in her eyes, the vixen-like smile, the softness of her face, the curves which the pantsuit could not do justice to in my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get her out of my head. And Nageen…well for some strange reason, she was not even in my thoughts. Whats more, there was not an ounce of guilt in my system.

All I craved for was to take this beautiful creature in my arms, kiss her breathless, lay her on this very table and —

RING! RING!

The ringing of the intercom snapped me out of my inappropriate thoughts. ‘Hello?’ I said hastily into the handset.

‘Sir, the MLA is here, we’ve just sent him upstairs with his team.’ The voice replied.

‘Alright thank you,’ I quipped, slamming the receiver back in place, startling Noora. ‘He’s here.’ Was all I told her. Usually I had the habit to use my employees’ names at least once in every conversation I have with them. It adds a bit of personal touch and makes them feel special. But today, my fantasies had gotten the better of me and I forgot the name of the person I just spoke to.

Wow Noora Khan…you are totally going to be the death of me…

A knock on the door alerted us. We stood straight as the MLA entered, greeting us. Once the pleasantries were done with, he took his seat and we took ours.

‘So, Mr Sultan and Miss Noora, you are both bidding for the same piece of land near Clifton.’

‘That is correct, sir,’ Noora replied, smiling as always. I managed to nod my head.

‘Well then, may I know a summary of your plans with the land? They are both hotels as far as I know.’

‘Yes that’s true. Miss Noora can go first if she wishes,’ I gestured towards the angel.

Noora said almost instantly, ‘I am completely okay with you going first, Sultan. That is, if you’re prepared.’ A small smirk graced her lips, making me catch my breath.

Oh how I wanted to kiss her so bad…

‘Okay I’ll go first!’ I shook myself mentally and stood up, laying the plan on the table. Passing everyone an individual file with all the details, I began to speak.

Noora

It was very difficult to convince me for anything in life. My parents had been trying to get me to tie the knot but I did not budge. However at this very minute, I was transfixed on the enigma which was Sultan Durrani. He spoke beautifully, the command he had over each and every person in the room was astonishing. It was simple vocabulary, but the way he sewed his sentences nearly made me hand over the bid to him.

There was nothing new in his plan, in fact I had the superior one. It was his charm and persuasion which could will you into giving him what he wanted. He was dominating the stage and winning the hearts of the people in the room. No wonder he had taken his family business to such heights and glory.

‘That will be all,’ Sultan concluded, closing his file. ‘Once I win the bid, my engineers and the administration team can discuss the technicalities.’

‘Thank you Mr. Durrani. Miss Noora…please go ahead,’ The already-impressed MLA seemed to be less than eager to even hear me out. Sultan’s smug grin infuriated me further.

Damn you Sultan Durrani.

I stood up and stood next to Sultan, pulling out similar files and a plan from my bag.

Gesturing him to sit down, I began speaking, ‘Good morning everyone. As you know Renaissance Hospitality as been a pioneer in the field of hospitality since the last decade. Ever since our inception and the establishment of our first B&B in Leeds, we have grown exponentially, not only as a business but as a family. Branching into luxury hospitality was a dream which my father and I saw together and not we have a total of five 5-star hotels in London, Berkshire, Birmingham, Manchester and Edinburgh. The next step was obviously to do something for the land where my forefathers came from and I could have not thought of a better project.’

Sultan

What even was this woman? Not only did she bring such supremely innovative ideas to the table, but her persuasion skills rivalled mine. There was fiery passion in her voice when she spoke of her project. It showed how involved she was in her project. She made it personal with her words and would make you feel that you were a part of it too. Her hand gestures, occasional lip bites and the enthusiasm in her eyes were totally sinful too.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the MLA being sucked into her bubble. He had stopped listening to her idea and was merely staring at her beautiful face. My eyes darkened, knowing what was on his mind. How could someone be so unprofessional?

“You’ve been dreaming of her laying under you since last night, Sultan…you’re one to judge.” My mind reminded me, laughing at my plight.

‘Thank you. I await your decision sir,’ Noora concluded, standing expectantly. When I looked at the MLA’s face this time, I knew she had won.

The MLA grinned, ‘Well both of you have had fabulous ideas and it would be an honour to have either of you working on that land. But this time…we’re going with Renaissance Hospitality.’

Noora

Did I hear that correctly?

I won?

Over Sultan Durrani?!

‘Congratulations Noora,’ Sultan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

‘Thank you,’ I managed to blurt out. Keeping my excitement inside me and maintaining a smile on my face, I shook hands with the MLA.

‘The papers and terms of agreement with be sent to you.’

‘My lawyers will look it up sir,’ I nodded courteously.

The MLA seemed to be praising me but my ears had shut down. Because in front of my eyes, all I could see was the plan unfolding and my blueprint turning into reality. Everything was a blur, I managed to shake hands with the MLA, Sultan escorted him out of the room while I had backed into a wall and stared into nothing, my heart still thumping happily.

‘Noora? Congratulations to you.’ Sultan was standing right in front of me, closer than expected, eyes waiting for my reply, a hand held out to shake mine.

And I did the most sensible thing there was to do.

I squealed and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. My gesture must have caught him off guard, but I felt his arms wrap around me instantly.

‘I won!’ I yelled. ‘I won!’

‘Indeed you did,’ Sultan replied warmly. ‘In case you didn’t know, you were fabulous today.’

‘Haa! In your face!’ I pulled away from the hug, grinning at him. It look me a fraction of a second until I realised how close we were. My back was sandwiched between the wall and Sultan’s body, his muscles pressed up against me, his face inches away. My left hand was at the nape of his neck, involuntarily caressing his hair. His hands were on my hips, waiting for me to give him approval. The minute his cool, coffee-scented breath fanned my face, I knew I was a goner.

My eyes fluttered shut as he moved closer, right palm slid to grip his bicep, the feeling of his firm muscles breaking my walls.

‘Sultan…’ I whispered, feeling his lips almost brushing against mine. ‘We can’t…Narmeen…Nageen…’

Sultan

The ice cold water was back again, only this time it hit five times harder. My eyes snapped out of the haze of desire. Noora was staring at me with an expression of helplessness and worry. I moved my face back, put my mask back on, dropped my hands from her waist.

Stepping back, causing her hands to move off me, I said briskly, ‘I apologise Noora. That was crossing the line. Anyway, congratulations on your win.’

‘Sultan,’ she said as she registered my change in attitude. ‘You’re misunderstanding.’

‘Am I?’ I quirked an eyebrow. ‘So everything that’s been happening between us has been misunderstood.’

‘No it's not that. Sultan, you gotta hear me out.’

‘There’s nothing much to say, is there,’ I got away from her, leaning on the conference table.

‘For f**k’s sake…’ I looked at her clear agitation and anger. She was shaking furiously when she came upto me and grabbed the lapels of my blazer. ‘Can you shut up and stop your assumptions? Stop being a total douche who thinks he knows it all. You and your fragile male ego.’

‘Ego?’

‘Yes. There’s a vibe between us and just because I stopped you from kissing me you’re behaving all cold and aloof suddenly.’

I scoffed, ‘What hogwash.’

‘Hogwash?’ Her grip tightened. ‘I know you Sultan Durrani.’

‘In one meeting? I doubt it.’

‘Maybe not as a person, but your persona. You’re an alpha male, who loves exercising power, exhibiting your dominance and ruling every person who you’re around.’

She wasn’t wrong.

I smirked, ‘Oh really. Prove it.’

She looked indignant, ‘This. What you’re doing right now. Instigating me until I blast at you and just when I’m vulnerable you’ll make your move.’

‘And what move would that be?’ I glanced at her lips real quick.

‘You’d kiss me senseless,’ she said with zero hesitation. ‘And when I’d give in, you’d turn us around so that I am pressed against this desk and continue your actions…until we’re both quivering with pleasure.’

‘Lies…’ I whispered, my voice turning thicker as my thirst for her coursed through my veins.

She shook her head slightly, ‘You’ve been thinking about me since last night. And when I entered the room today, all you’ve wanted is to lay me right here and f**k my brains out.’

Okay that shut me up.

‘Sultan, I know there is something between us. Believe me because I feel it. The pull, the urge, its indescribably strong. And it is mutual. Only I know what I’ve been dreaming of since last night.’

So she wants me too?!

Her next words, however, were yet another ice water bucket for me.

‘But we can’t. The situation’s too complicated and that is because of Narmeen and Nageen.’

‘What about them?’ I asked her.

She laughed humourlessly, ‘Narmeen wants to marry you. Am I right?’

‘Yes,’ I said simply.

‘And you feel something for Nageen, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ideally, you would’ve gone for Nageen but after meeting me there’s been a change in the equation. Am I right?’ She asked me.

I sighed, ‘Yes.’

Noora moved away from me and sat on a chair, gesturing me to sit too. When I did, she continued, ‘So just imagine the situation, Sultan. My jet lag hasn’t worn off and here I am, suddenly a wedge in a love triangle. I don’t want to be in this position, Sultan. And you getting upset isn’t helping me either.’

‘So me getting upset is the problem?’

‘No. You hurting your male ego is the problem. You and Nageen clearly have something going on and I don’t want to get in the middle of it.’

Oh damn. She was right. In my own frustration, I forgot to see the kind of position I had put Noora in. This woman knew nothing about Nageen or Narmeen, and had become a part of this drama for no good reason.

And why was I getting upset? I chose Nageen and wanted to be with her. I stayed overnight in the rain, wanting to talk to her. I made sure that she was at the party so that I could get my chance. In this entire situation, what was Noora’s fault?

‘I’m sorry,’ I said earnestly. ‘I should’ve known better.’

She smiled back softly, ‘Its okay.’

‘I hope I didn’t hurt you,’ I looked her angelic face for any signs of pain.

‘No you didn’t,’ she replied. ‘And this isn’t the end of the world, Sultan. We can still be friends.’

‘Really, you’d be okay with that?’ I asked her, puzzled.

She laughed, ‘Of course. Nothing actually happened between us. We stopped before any of that. And I would actually like being friends. That is, if you’re on board.’

‘I’m surprised,’ I said honestly.

‘I’m not from here, Sultan, so my way of thinking is different.’

‘That’s true.’ Not wanting her to change her mind, I extended my hand. ‘Friends?’

Her beam warmed my insides, ‘Of course.’

The handshake was brief, however the fact that I would still have her in my life in some form was reassuring. Noora made me feel like a normal human which was refreshing. And to have a friend as brilliant as her would be amazing.

‘I must get going now,’ she stood up, filling her bag with her files and the blueprint. ‘I’ll see you around, friend.’

I stood up and followed her to the door, holding it open for her, ‘Absolutely. Friend.’

*****

As spouts of hot water cascaded down my body, I could not help but think of Noora. Physically she was beauty and grace mixed with allure. Intellectually she was brilliant. However the point where my mind was stuck was the way she had grabbed my jacket and confronted me directly.

“Your fragile male ego…”

A frown etched on my forehead.

“I know you Sultan Durrani…”

I washed the remaining lather off my chest.

“I know there’s something between us…”

My hands moved lower, this was turning into a different type of shower.

“The pull…the urge…its mutual”

I wrapped my hand around my hardening length, her words getting louder in my ear.

“You’d kiss me senseless…”

A loud groan escaped my lips as I stroked myself in slow strides.

“Press me against this desk and continue your actions…”

‘F**k, Noora,’ I moaned, unable to control my volume.

“Only I know what I’ve been dreaming of since last night…”

‘Angel, oh god…you’ve wanted it too…’ I picked up speed as my brain created visuals complementing her words.

“All you’ve wanted is to lay me right here and f**k my brains out…”

I threw my head against the shower wall, not stopping my movements. Vivid images swirled in my head, as if almost real.

We were indulging in our desires on that desk, her legs thrown on my shoulders while I moved furiously. Her head was thrown back, lipstick smeared, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.

My movements were rapid now, breath laboured, as I continued to moan her name like a mantra. I was getting closer as soon as the next visual popped in my head.

All of a sudden I was kissing her hungrily inside this very cubicle, my hands running all over her body. Lifting her in my arms, I was inside her, her fingernails digging in my back. Our bodies were in sync, her lips glued to my neck, leaving hickeys for the world to see…

“Sultan…Sultan…Sultan…oh f**k Sultan!!!”

‘F**K!’ I screamed loudly which turned into a deep growl as my hips jerked, climaxing in spurts, the shower water cleaning the evidence in no time. My knees shook from the aftermath but I managed to wrap a towel around my waist and reach my bedroom. I threw myself under the covers of my bed, ridding myself of the towel.

Feeling exhausted and realising how overwhelmed I was, I let sleep take over me.

Being friends with Noora might be the toughest thing I would ever do.

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Noora

The scented candles, dim lights and dark chocolate did nothing to stop my blood from racing. I lay on my back, lips parted, as Sultan’s face, expressions and physical proximity from today morning haunted me.

I had noticed how his eyes darkened every time I said his name. He would occasionally stare at my lips, thinking I did not notice it. But today when he held me close to him…holy shit…

My hands trailed against my sides, stroking the skin of my hipbone, where Sultan had placed his. There was a growing pain between the apex of my thighs. A pain only he could take away.

My left hand moved up to my chest, caressing and tugging where I was the most sensitive.

I could see him teasing me with his mouth where I had my fingers…he would look into my eyes and hold my hands over my head while he would run his tongue over and over, not stopping even if I begged him to…

Biting my lip, my right hand found its home down south, my fingers sliding inside easily.

I could imagine his digits carrying out the same action, but he would be whispering dirty praises in my ear. He would not stop me from being loud while he moved downwards, dipping his face where I wanted him the most.

I moaned his name, throwing my head back, ‘Sultan…baby…’ I moved faster, imagining it was something other my fingers that only Sultan could give me.

Finally when he had tipped me over the edge multiple times, he would align us together and join us in union. His mouth would be on mine, kissing me deeply as he moved, holding my body tight against his.

‘Oh my god…oh god, oh…Sultan…f**k…’ My volume increased causing me to grab a pillow to muffle my sinful noises. I was getting closer, with my imagination going wild.

He would pick up a brutal pace, his hips swirling deliciously, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. Cradling my face, he would ignore my tears of pleasure while encouraging me to give him one more every time. My fingernails would be digging in the skin of his back, but he would not flinch, instead he would move harder, ensuring I look at his intense gaze, until I knew I was a goner. Finally, his hips would move unevenly because he would be close to the edge. But he would still take one more from me before joining me.

“Baby, f**k, you feel so good…oh f**k I’m going to…oh f**k!”

‘F**K!’ I screamed and bit the pillow, my legs quivering until I snapped, my back frozen and arched upwards for a couple of seconds. My climax washed over me like a tidal wave which left me breathless. I fell back, my arms limp and body jelly-like. I continued to cuss as I cleaned up sloppily, then lay on my tummy, welcoming sleep like an old friend.

Remaining platonic with Sultan Durrani might be my biggest challenge ever…damn me…

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A/N: ☺️

Originally posted by: Melkor

Ashley I knew that you are a woman of many talents and this one of yours just blew me away ☺️ I do enjoy absorbing smut once in a while and I have respect for authors who are fluent in it. So to have Sultan Durrani with a lady who can not only speak her mind but is also aware about her feelings and embraces them as well? Where were you all this while?👏 Now just share the links of the previous chapters with me already

Gahhh I have been waiting so long for ur review 😆 The others are making me wait 😆

Thank you!! This is the first time I have written something close to filthy smut and was doubtful whether its gonna work out or no. Looks like it did 😃

I hope other than the smut it was all good?!

Hehe Sultan's match was in my head mixed with my own traits ☺️😈 This is honestly the kind of woman Sultan deserved. 😉 If only the writers had the guts to bring a headstrong yet loving girl...

No worries we have 11 more chapters to go 😆

These are all the chapters. My entire index of Danish-related characters' fanfiction is on the first page.

Endless Love (Sultan x Fem!OC)

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/158803328

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/158923499

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159036344

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159786700

After reading all four chapters in succession,understanding the plot that you have set up along with the build up that leads to the eventual smut,I am left craving for more of this story. I am particularly impressed with how you stayed faithful to Sultan's characterization which was,as we all know,the driving force of Deewangi while providing a shade of grey to Nageen's otherwise two dimensional character and creating an entirely original character who is meant to compliment Sultan while acting as a foil to him. Noora is growing on me. One of the many attractive traits about her is that while she did desire Sultan,she had the sense to not go third wheeling once she realised that there was a possibility of him and Nageen having feelings for each other. It was a contrast from Narmeen who was so desperate for Sultan's attention that she ended up losing all sense of herself as well as the world around her. I am looking forward to see how this fic pans out and what becomes of the characters in the long run. And do you have an actress in mind for Noora? Reading fanfics is more fun when the characters have faces associated with them

Originally posted by: Melkor

After reading all four chapters in succession,understanding the plot that you have set up along with the build up that leads to the eventual smut,I am left craving for more of this story. I am particularly impressed with how you stayed faithful to Sultan's characterization which was,as we all know,the driving force of Deewangi while providing a shade of grey to Nageen's otherwise two dimensional character and creating an entirely original character who is meant to compliment Sultan while acting as a foil to him. Noora is growing on me. One of the many attractive traits about her is that while she did desire Sultan,she had the sense to not go third wheeling once she realised that there was a possibility of him and Nageen having feelings for each other. It was a contrast from Narmeen who was so desperate for Sultan's attention that she ended up losing all sense of herself as well as the world around her. I am looking forward to see how this fic pans out and what becomes of the characters in the long run. And do you have an actress in mind for Noora? Reading fanfics is more fun when the characters have faces associated with them

Aww!! 🤗 Thank you!!!

And we haven't got to the actual smut so...😉☺️😆

Well for me, Sultan was the man I met in the first few episodes. And in my eyes, everyone including Nageen did wrong him. No problem if Nageen wanted to reject him, but she ended up insulting him.

It was horrible to see what the writers did so such a character, who had so much potential. Its always bugged me that the entire show could've been panned out in the different way and that's why I started to write this story.

Nageen is not the main character in this story, but it will be interesting to see what she has in store for us 😆

One more thing that I always noticed about Nageen was that she had this know-it-all attitude. "I know what kind of a man Sultan is." "I know what Haroon will do to me so I'll be rude." And I wanted to keep that consistent with her character. She needed to fall on her rear, but in a different way.

Noora is pretty much the light to Sultan's darkness, and that's what her name means. ❤️

Whatever the other two women lacked, Noora had in plenty, while being the kind of woman Sultan would have actually wanted in his life.

Like I said, 11 more chapters to go, I want to take the total upto 15 😉😆

No actress in my mind. Usually the point of an OC is that you can imagine whomsoever you want, including yourself 😆

However the way I see Noora is around 5'5", round face, black hair, golden skin and fuller features compared to the usually sharp caucasian ones we see on screen. Figure wise I'd say she's curvy bur doesn't have the exact hourglass measurements. 😆

Leatherr ☺️☺️☺️

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My favourite scene of all times ☺️☺️

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Pretty much it + salacious fanfictions ☺️🤣

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Damn that look, fear ek taraf aur alag hi vibes aa rahi hai ☺️❤️ Kaise kar leta hai yaar ye, itna subtle change ❤️

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Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Aww!! 🤗 Thank you!!!

And we haven't got to the actual smut so...😉☺️😆

Well for me, Sultan was the man I met in the first few episodes. And in my eyes, everyone including Nageen did wrong him. No problem if Nageen wanted to reject him, but she ended up insulting him.

It was horrible to see what the writers did so such a character, who had so much potential. Its always bugged me that the entire show could've been panned out in the different way and that's why I started to write this story.

Nageen is not the main character in this story, but it will be interesting to see what she has in store for us 😆

One more thing that I always noticed about Nageen was that she had this know-it-all attitude. "I know what kind of a man Sultan is." "I know what Haroon will do to me so I'll be rude." And I wanted to keep that consistent with her character. She needed to fall on her rear, but in a different way.

Noora is pretty much the light to Sultan's darkness, and that's what her name means. ❤️

Whatever the other two women lacked, Noora had in plenty, while being the kind of woman Sultan would have actually wanted in his life.

Like I said, 11 more chapters to go, I want to take the total upto 15 😉😆

No actress in my mind. Usually the point of an OC is that you can imagine whomsoever you want, including yourself 😆

However the way I see Noora is around 5'5", round face, black hair, golden skin and fuller features compared to the usually sharp caucasian ones we see on screen. Figure wise I'd say she's curvy bur doesn't have the exact hourglass measurements. 😆

@bold,True. And her pre conceived notions about people led her to develop a judgemental outlook which categorized everyone into black or white. Wherever her character is headed to in this story,I wholeheartedly trust you to ensure that we are going to have fun with it 😆😉

@red,I was going through the chapters again(couldn't help it) and I took the liberty of imagining Sarah Khan as Noora.😉 Not only is she a bombshell but smart,confident and independent characters actually look great on her. Moreover just imagining her alongside Danny is a visual delight.