"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to scrub my body. I stepped out of shower, fastening the bath robe around my waist. I flipped my hair and wrapped dupatta around my head, dabbing it to dry my hair "I want you." I heard a voice too familiar in my ears. I whipped my head around to see pair of black eyes looking into mine. I was about to scream my lungs our when it disintegrated in thin air however whispers were still ringing in my ears. I turned back to mirror to see cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped it away with tissues on the basin. I tried to regulate my heartbeat by placing my palm on my heart and breathing deeply. I was getting vibes that something unpleasant is about to happen. Sometimes you just rub your palms and wish that you didn't do something. A restless urge to undo something that impacted your life so much. Same is the case with Fatima. She wishes that she could just go back in time and never meet Ahmed Ali Rizvi again. If only she could just plainly undo him. #01 in #ChasingLove #01 in #RunningAway

'Ho naksh lamhon pe aise banaye Muddaton se bhi woh mit na paaye' Moments in time felt like a hoax. Nothing would ever last for a moment. Especially not pain. Especially not loss. Especially not the plight of life ending before it even began. Nothing would be merciful enough to last for just a moment. That was how it was in life. The pricking of the soul, the brokenness of the heart, the burning agony of the spirit, nothing. Absolutely nothing lasted for just a moment. Instead, they became constants in life. They became a companion that was more like a demon than a mate. Just how was one supposed to get over those moments that lasted a lifetime. *A fanfiction. I do not own the characters of this book. I gain no profits from writing this. It is purley for entertainment purposes.* #SidNaaz

Highest Ranking #1 22.10.1 Jellal never knew things will turn out worse after his beloved's death. Even after eight years all he wanted to do was mourn but it seemed like God had other plans, his brother was assassinated which made him the next emperor. Also, his doubts were growing everyday that his new bride was the one that poisoned his brother. Amidst all the chaos will he able to forget Nadiya and fall in love again? *** I'm an amateur writer. There'll be a lot of mistakes. A lot. I'm not one of those fortunate people who are like 'This is my first story on Wattpad' and their stories are perfection. I'm not that. I had to work hard to come upto this stage and I have to work a lot harder to reach upto their level. All I want you to do is give this story a chance. A chance, that's all I need. Thank you. Hope you enjoy.

Sidharth Shukla, a famous rockstar and Shehnaaz Gill, a crazy fan of him. Their worlds are totally different. Shehnaaz's always dreamt that one day she would meet Sidharth. But when they met each other, they both were broken. How will these two different people become each others' support? Is it that much easy to forget your first love and move on? What will they choose? Their first love or their true love?