it's an inspired fanfiction from the novel aangan written by Khadija Mastoor my main focus will be on two of its characters "chammi" and "Jameel " also hum tv is going to make a drama on it ,i can't wait to watch it when it airs on tv. I hope everybody likes my little effort

"Tumhein muhabbat hogayi hai uss se?" "Agar umar bhar sirf usske saath ko chahna muhabbat hai toh han shayad hogayi hai mujhay uss se muhabbat" _______________________________ "Agar mein kahun ke mein thak gaya hun apnon se bhagtay bhagtay toh?" "Toh phir jaisa tum chaho ge waisa hi hoga" _________________________________ "Tum bhi achi khasi deep baatein karletay ho" "Dil ki batein shayad hamesha deep lagti hain" ____________________________________ Peep in to know more about the tale of 4 lives. Aaryan Rehman Malik × Hooriya SherKhan Hadeed Azam Khan × Liza Rehman Malik

"Waise bhi humein unse shaadi karni chahiye jinse hum pyaar karte hain." "Aur agar woh kisi aur se pyaar karte hain toh?" . . . Ranked #1 in Short Story many times (most recently on 17/06/17) © rashkeqalam. All rights reserved.

Some short but beautiful life changing stories

Book #3 in the Fairytale series A minister. A princess. A curious case of their pasts - that intermingle. A ruthless tale. A killing romance. & the two have none to blame. A story of painful rapture. Dreams to chase, & promises to keep. Mature Content. 18 + Gory content. Graphic content. Look inside for full synopsis. Started on - June 12,2022 Ended on - October, 5,2022

Book one of the Hussain-Zaidi Saga ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Despite growing up with a deep affection for him and hoping for a happy future, she failed to realize that love must be reciprocated to create a forever together. Having been raised in a wealthy and privileged family, she was accustomed to having every material comfort. However, by the time she understood that no amount of money could win her love, it was too late. Who should be held accountable for her heartbreak - him, herself, or perhaps destiny? Join her on a journey of love, passion, heartbreak, and separation, and witness how she navigates through life's obstacles. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ COMPLETED

Cover by: My lovly sister ❤ A cool breeze blew through the French windows, as he ascended the stairs, slightly calming his thumping heart. With his back straight, his shoulders squared, his beard trimmed to perfection, his piercing, yet mysterious gray eyes, and his kurta that was tailored to precision, he was the perfect drool-worthy groom. A smile graced his lips as he passed his parents, as well as his little brother's room. This was the best part of the whole day, the time when he would be left alone with his lovely wife. A blush crept up his neck, as he recalled the heavily embroided, blood red lengha that adorned her and the shy smile that painted her porcelain face. Never in a million years had he imagined marrying his younger cousin. He was six years older than her, he had never looked at her as his younger sister neither as a supposed wife, she was just another cousin, but a few days ago that had changed. She had been encompassing his thoughts since his parents suggested that he should marry her. He halted abruptly, when he noticed Waqaas stepping out of his room, closing the door behind him. Just before Waqas could walk towards his room, which was right opposite his own, he strode towards him swiftly, putting on his best stern face. He knew Waqaas sometimes spoke to his wife, but he never thought much of it, they were cousins after all, some cousins did speak to one another, but he disapproved of it, as cousins were not mahrams. He trusted his brother would stay within his limits, but he was giving him a friendly warning. "What were you doing in my room?" His brother looked unusually sad. "Ammi wanted to give Naailah milk, so I offered to take it, since my room is right here. " He nodded stiffly. "Okay, by the way it's Naailah Bhabhi to you!" Waqaas grimaced at his brothers tone, but nodded nonetheless. He really didn't want to bring out the worst in Daniyaal. Little did he know, he would do exactly that in the futu

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

A cluster of short stories, with a blend of Desi and different personalities. Just some stories I thought of during quarantine I hope you like them.