Short stories collection where love and characters lives....
join various couples and families in their journey called life... where they will learn how to live,how to love, how to fight for love and with love, and how to surpass each hurdle to reac...
Hazrein Nazerin... Dekhti ankhoo aur parhne walo ko Mera Salaam...
How are you all? Hope you are happy and safe with your loved ones.
Yes, I was excited and feeling generous. Mujhse khud control Nahi hota lol.
But nope, no earlier update anymore. We have a schedule and after this we will follow it. (Hope so)
Almost 8.5 k words.
Just one advice. Grab that tissue box please.
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کچھ درد کا مارا تھا شاید کچھ خود سے ہارا تھا شاید لوگوں کی بھیڑ میں تھا لیکن وہ اپنوں کو ترسا تھا شاید کچھ جرم نہیں تھا اسکا پر پل پل وہ ترپا تھا شاید۔۔۔
Kuch Dard Ka maara tha shayad Kuch khudse haara tha shayad Logon ki bheed main tha lekin Wo Apno ko tarsa tha shayad Kuch jurm Nahi tha uska par Pal Pal wo tarpa tha shayad
(Written by me, for someone very special ❤️)
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
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The dusty sky soon hides under the blanket of darkness embedded by millions of stars and the moon that looks as alone as the person who was sitting under its radiant light.
Sitting outside in a comfortable swing with a book and a picture in her hand for hours. She didn't even notice when the sun sink perfectly into the earth in a blaze of gorgeous pink and gold. And when the skies embrace the beauty of silver and dark hues to give a peaceful night.
But she was not feeling peaceful, yet again her fingers traces the lines written on the white part of the old Polaroid picture.
It was not the picture that shocked her, but the words written on its back, and she still can't forget how she got this one.
'Don't believe his lies. He needs you.
P.s. I saved your number in his phone. He didn't know. Xxx-xxxxxxxx is his number... Saved it, you will need it.
P.p.s. I am sorry.'
She sighed heavily as she closed her eyes leaning back in the swing as she remembered how Sanam barged in her room, putting this in her hand, hugging her tightly, and with one last 'sorry' mumbled, she left the room and a very confused Mannat behind.
And if that was not enough to ruin her mental peace, she saw what Sanam left in her hand, only to get a shock when she noticed the old Polaroid of her nikkah day.
