‎اسرار asrār Keeping secret; concealment, suppression; secrecy, secret, mystery

Collection of traditional love stories. محفل میں باربار انہی پر نظر گئی ہم نے بچائی لاکھ مگر پھر ادھر گئی 💫Short stories of traditional Pakistani weddings and customs. ~Milan ☑️(Childhood nikkah based) ~Sehar-e-Ishq☑️ (Kidnapping based) ~Jan-e-Tamanna☑️ (After Marriage based) ~Haal-e-Dil ☑️(Rom-Com/love marriagebased) ~Husn-e-Jaana☑️(Second chance based) ~Humsafar☑️ (Second marriage based) 《NOTE》This story will majorly contain urdu language, and I won't be translating the dialogues. []Urdu/Hindi readers, it is for you. 《#3 in junoon 12-10-2020》 《#1 in mohabbat 19-10-2020》 《#3 in Pakistan 19-10-2020》 《#1 in nikkah 16-11-2020》 《#1 in muslimlovestory 16-11-2020》 《#1 in perfectcouple 24-11-2020》 《#1 in islamiclovestory 3-12-2020》 《#1 in Ishq 4-01-2021》 《#1 in Urdu 26-03-2021》 《#1 in ambassadorspk 31-03-2021》 《#1 in Pyaar 12-05-2021》 🍁Alhumdulilah

Dua, a fiery little nineteen year old girl decides to spend her holidays with her Aunt's family, preparing for her cousin's marriage. Amongst a whole bunch of cousins, laughters and games, Dua notices something. Ali, her Aunt's son and her childhood nemesis is acting a little strange. She was fire. He was water. How could they ever meet?

just a bunch of short stories that are stuck in my head.🌚 ●Uzr (Complete) ■Ta'beer (Complete)

For an extra dose of romance, I present these short little stories of love.

#35 in spiritual Zaamin Bashar Ameen, the blue eyed monster so as they call him. A 6 foot Hot, sexy, striking and gorgeously arrogant alpha male. He had power, he had opulence and he was one of the most influential people in the world. With a sprouting and blooming empire, and a father who was a merciless mafia king, he had it all. He was quite opposite to the men of his age. He had no time for love and no time for women. He regarded them as a distraction and refrained himself from every women. Maybe that's why girls were practically swooning and drooling over him. Lubna Hashim, a beautiful fearless girl who seeked nothing but revenge from her own uncle, her own blood for he was responsible for the death of her family. She was brutally raped at a very small age and left on the streets until her maternal uncle found her. Left in the world alone to face the trials and tribulations for about 14 years, Lubna was finally ready to avenge her parents death. The plan was simple and easy-peasy, she had to make Zaamin fall in love with her. It was the only way she could enter his family and kill them all. She wanted them to know how it felt to be betrayed by the people they loved and trusted the most. It wouldn't be so strenuous, that's what she thought until she met him---Zaamin. From Love and jealousy to seduction, she tried it all but flunked miserably. It was too difficult to grab his attention, let alone court the emotionless billionaire. All she received was ignorance, coldness and ruthlessness from the blue eyed monster. A change of plan was all what it took for her to seduce and woo his half brother, Rhidaan. She finally finds her way in the family but there is one small trouble. Zaamin Bashar Ameen had finally fallen for her and he had no intention of letting her go. Brace Yourself ladies, Zaamin Bashar Ameen is about to rock your world. ♥

In the face of the powerful, young and roguishly handsome landlord Choudhary Shah-Nawaz Qureshi, only Mehar-Bano was the one to oppose his patriarchal rule and in her fight, she fell and lost her husband, her heart and home. But it didn't stop her. A saga of love, obsession, insanity, murder and vengeance. The Fallen Widow.

For Nazli, the world is limited from her tribe to the Forbidden Valley. For Asadullah, the world is limitless and his for taking. *** "You should be honored that a man like I have taken such an interest in you!" Asadullah smirked, swirling his small handgun on his index finger. The green-eyed girl paled - her skin already porcelain white and quite different from any other he had seen in the country before. She was definitely beautiful even in her less than impressive rags. "Asadullah hardly makes such a generous offer." He said, liking the self-praise more than he wanted to admit. She shook her head - her dainty fingers wringing in her golden braid. Little Goldilocks. "Think again, little girl. The blood of your people will be on your hands." *** The setting is in Gilgit in a fictional valley called the Forbidden Valley. The image is not mine. The story and characters are.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."