The sky was painted dark.Very Dark with no bright stars.A gush of wind swirled past us making me inhale softly.The large man besides me leaned against the iron railing.His eyes fixed ahead of us as if seeing something that I couldn't. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I brushed it off rather harshly.Finding my voice I spoke softly remembering a distinct and beautiful memory, "After you left I once asked Mama when you would come back.She stayed silent for a minute and then she answered that when you'll miss me you'll be back" Another tear rolled down my cheek and this time I didn't brush it.My light brown eyes stared at his handsome face, seeing him look down at this hands.His face constricting into something I could not decipher. "And I was a fool to believe her that day because now I know I was the only one waiting. " My words were bitter but I whispered softly. Turning around I left leaving the man to his own thoughts. I loved and now I've lost myself in the lands of love. ... From a very young age Shahwar Nawaz Khan has heard only one name.Her groom's name.Salah Khan's name.And since then she has loved him unconditionally.But not all golden dreams come true. Little did Shahwar know that when her world will collide with the one she has loved, her life will turn upside down.Fighting a battle with fire in which she herself had to burn. A story that will take you to a roller coaster ride of emotions and to the land of love.So get ready with a box of tissue papers. Spiritual# 8 -29th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 4 -27th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 5- 4th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 6- 5th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 5- 29th Nov 2020 Spiritual# 2- 30th Nov 2020

Ulfat ; محبت "Where do you think you are going?" I asked while looking at her whose eyes were wide open "Woh....Mai.." she was saying as I pulled her more closer to me and she gasped I put my face near her neck and inhale her vanilla scent she put her hand on my chest and tried to push me "C..chorain ...mujhe" she said while pushing me and I came back to my Sense what I was doing?? I took her hands and put them behind her back and said "Meri baat kaan khol ka sun lo Tum is Ghar ki Bahu ho skti ho magr Meri biwi nahi SAMGHI!?" I said the last part a little loudly she flinched and nodded her head I put my hand on her cheek and drew circle on her cheek with my thumb "Words" I said "G....g" ------------------------------------------ I sighed and sunggled my head in her neck inhale her scent to calm my self down "I am sorry" I pulled back wipe her tears with my thumb "Mujhe maaf kar do hayat" I said and joined our foreheads "Tum Mera ishq ho or Mai khud bhi is ishq ki intaha nahi Janta Warisha sahzaib Malik" Join the journey of our couples Awalmir, Zurfasha sahzaib and warisha how they find solace peace in their hate

A young muslim lady, born and raised in the land named England with her bloodline originating from Kashmir. It would be considered a blessing to have two completely different worlds in the palm of her hands. But not for Kyda. ~ Aunties gossiping ~ Unrealistic high standards ~ Normalised Racism and stereotyping ~ Constant culture and religious clashes ... her late grandfather passing. Living a double life isn't as simple as it seems. Kyda begins to distance herself from half of her identity to fit in British society. But a musty dusty large antique trunk in a museum had other plans.

Love conquers all but death takes all. ------------------------------ "Trying to leave so fast?" a deep voice questioned as a man stepped out from behind the shadows. As he appeared in the light, I caught a glimpse of his face. Tanned with slight stubble, he was dressed in all black. His brown eyes seemed so warm yet so full of terror that I felt myself take a step back in fear. He was undeniably attractive, his hair pushed back and his muscles prominent through his black shirt. He circled around me with a cruel smile on his face, a short dagger in his hand covered in mesmerizing scriptures. As he pressed the blade into his thumb, his eyes moved from the blade to my face. "So, young princess. How do you explain your presence?" he asked, stalking towards me, tantalizingly. My eyes were glued to his eyes, and I felt the warm feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Electricity crackled between us, the purple veins giving us life as he stepped closer. Mesmerized, I remained silent, my eyes wide with awe. My hands stuck to my sides and my knees glued to the stone, cold floor. What was happening to me? ------------------------------ When Princess Ayeesha of the Jarula kingdom is captured by the Karians, she will do anything to get back to her family. As she is taken deeper into the world of Kara and its King, she discovers friendship, pain, and betrayal from the people closest to her and from those afar. Secrets are unveiled and the truth is revealed along with a sinister plot that will cause their ruin. Join Princess Ayeesha and King Firdaus on this thrilling adventure of greed, passion, and most of all, love. Update: Major Re-Writing starting 3/27/20

She looked at all of them with hopeful eyes. No one belived her. Except Him ! She didn't expect him to believe her out of all the people. She had expected some vile remarks and insults which she was used to. But life is cruel in wicked ways. It shows you the most beautiful things at the worst possible time and with the worst possible scenarios. "Your wife is going to be the unluckiest, I swear. God bless her already. Because she is going to need all the blessing she could get, to have her sanity after being married to a vain, controlling, conceited and..... and... a jerk like you." She was looking for words to describe him but had settled for 'jerk' in the end. Little did she know , that those words were going to bite her in the rare when she finds herself married to a man , she thought she hated his guts. The funny part was, she choose to get married to him and a small part of her was glad that it was him , instead of her harasser. Join Haya as she finds herself being rescued by the man she hated and who she thought hated her back. But there are things that doesn't meet the eyes. That we hide in our heart. And there were alot of secrets hidden in his heart. Things that either could destroy everything he had worked for or could bring him the peace and forever that he was looking for !! Status Complete but not completely edited. I am working on it and it really needs editing. Some chapters are unedited.😁 ~ Ranking ~ 28th in marriage 1st August 2020 1st in Lahore in Feb.2021 2nd in Pakistani / Pakistan on 3rd September.2020 1st in Muslim on 12th September 2020 1st in Desi on 31st August 2020

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

'Never surrender your heart to a stranger...' Persia had always been known as the country of culture and beauty, the kingdom of great wealth, the sovereignty of knowledge, an empire of scholars. For Afsana the golden country holds no attraction, in a society where she is called to be refined, educated and dominated. Under a roof where she is scorned and shunned for her existence--she dares to dream--of the powerful independent woman she could be. Those dreams are abandoned until...until she encounters a proud, arrogant foreigner who does not abide by any rule. His land holds the freedom of eagles, his alluring words mending her fragmented dreams...perhaps this stranger could give her everything she yearned for, so she thought...but what was it they said about strangers? Never trust them...

Their love was like a wildfire. Once spread, there was no stopping them. What started as an innocent glance became the magnitude of their flame. * * * In a country, where justice had no value and freedom was suppressed, lived two souls. Lies tore them apart, hatred planted a seed in their hearts, families plotting against each other, and a tale of forbidden love. One was born from filth, but struggled to make his name and save himself from the tainted words of his people. The other was pure in every way, her lips hushed the secrets that laid behind her eyes and the pain that resided in her heart. Adar was not like the rest of the villagers. He was a prince in his own way, looking for his queen. A village of evil, people of danger, relatives of believers come together to create the heart-wrenching tale of Adar and Rabiya. •Cover made by @rukswrites• [Featured by Wattpad]

|Featured on WattpadRomanceIN| |Featured on AmbassadorsIN| Published: 14th Feb 2019 Radha's future had been already planned by her parents. According to them, a good house, a good family and a good fiance was what she needed and was exactly what they got her. What wasn't planned was Radha falling in love with someone who wasn't her fiance. Too bad, love is serendipitous, innit? *Winner of Wattpad Campus Superwriters 2020* Cover by @missoctowriter

Abbas Abdul Rabbani, youngest Prince of Balqaas, is the most wanted bachelor in the city. But after an injury alters his appearance for life, no woman desires to marry him, except for the General's daughter, Haifa. But she too has a secret. Meanwhile, a threat to the Royal family arises, threatening the peace of their nation. Will the two be able to accept each other's secrets, overcome their past and the pressures of society? A story about how two individuals learn to accept themselves and understand the blessings of matrimony, whilst discovering the true mastermind behind the crimes. DISCLAIMER: This story does have Muslim characters but in no way is meant to depict how Muslims really are or how they should be.