"I trusted you," Mirha said in a voice barely above a whisper, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her cheeks, trying and failing. Hadi paused for an entire second. "Well, you shouldn't have. Not my fault," He spoke softly, evenly, his face pale and pinched as if trying to hold back emotions of his own. *** A best friend. A chase gone wrong. An empty promise. Out of control, unexpected run-ins. Out of control, unexpected feelings. And you've got a conundrum. Mirha Qadeer was a simple village girl new to the capital city. She felt like a fish out of water in her university but tried her best to fit in and study hard. She made a few mistakes along the way but she had never thought she would have to pay this high a price in return. Hadi Maher was not your nice, friendly guy next door, nor was he a ruthless bad boy. He was something else entirely. But whatever he was, Mirha Qadeer should never have been a part of it. But she somehow forced her way in, and now he has to make a choice, a choice that will take too much from him either way, a choice that's threatening to undo him. --- There are typos and some grammatical mistakes in the story. Will be editing soon.

Editing! Cover done by: GollGappay 🥇First place in the 2018 Rahma Awards. Alhamdulillah.💖 °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°• They say that you are upon the religion of your friends. Suhaib couldn't agree more with that statement, as he witnessed the horrific scene in front of him. He had been a complete fool; he had thought that he would be a good influence to his so-called friends, yet he had been unaware of the danger that lurked in the future. As the time had passed, he had realised that they were harmful, but never had a situation like this cross his mind; never had he thought that he would experience such a heart wrenching sight. The cold breeze swept past him, that caused the hairs on his nape to rise. The wind howled as if grieving along with him for the loss he experienced. The leaves rustled in the vicious storm. The clouds poured down their burdens, mourning along with him. He stared down at the horrific site. Her body was cold and lifeless, sprawled upon the floor, like a discarded piece of insignificant trash. His heart pounded wildly in his chest - the pain he experienced was so raw, he felt as if his very own heart had been torn out and trampled upon multiple times. He knew the image of her lifeless body and horrified face would forever be imprinted in his memory, and no matter how many years would pass, the pain would forever be embedded in his heart. He slumped down beside her cold body. Tears streaked his face, his vision blurred, his heart felt as if it was snatched out of his body; leaving him barren and hollow. He looked down upon her body that was stained in scarlet; her face had been mercilessly bruised and cut. The only girl he ever loved so dearly stared at him with lifeless, horror-struck eyes, drowning in a pool of her own blood.

Doubt unwinds how humans can create personas to fit into society and forget to love themselves. The story moves around two people and the choices they question, which were made for them. Best friends stuck with insecurities, but will stand by each other in any circumstances. One has mother issues, whereas the other only has a mother to live for. Not your regular north and south, but definitely not your ice-cream and waffle. One will crack jokes at the most random of times, and the other will not even laugh, but both are suckers for biryani. One might suck at Urdu, and the other only freaks out in it, but both care about one person. One is born in Pakistan, and the other is born in America, but both are Pakistani. One is over-excited, and the other is calm as the wind, but both are socially damaged. One is a creative bird, and the other is the virtual freak, but both hate biology. One is head over heels for Pakistani music, and the other doesn't even understand half the lyrics, but both love Sajjad Ali. One is naïve, whereas the other is silly, but both are mature at the right moment. One reads the ingredients of everything while the other makes his own, but, again, both are Halal oddities in a Haram world. She was Ezzah Mahir, and this her journal. Now available on Amazon and in Pakistan.

Put the wedding of the year, a surly army major and an upcoming election into a blender, what do you get? Chaos. Ultimate and utter, CHAOS. =========================================== Highest rankings: No 1: Pakistani 🥰 No 1: Representation No 1: High Society No 1: South Asia No 2: Pak 🇵🇰 No 4: Contemporary

Title : °{Noor e Mehtab} ° Translation : ||MOONLIGHT|| 🥀🥀🥀 •"If she knew fate would take such turn of events, she would have never stepped in the land where he roamed, never caught his eye and never faced him again"• He was the Sardar from the village who owned the power, crushed the people who defied him and made them familiar with such barbaric fate that made the looming monsters quiver. His fear was deeply engraved in the hearts of people and nobody could dare infuriate him if he adored his precious life. He was the arrogant, heartless and cruel Sardar Badar Nauraiz Shah. She was a girl with big dreams from the city who was humble and cared for the people around her. She was a kind soul. Not familiar with village politics and the greed for power. She was raised in love and care. She was naive, humble and optimistic Shanzay Malik. It was a mere coincidence, a totally unexpected encounter, barely few glimpses, and she got the feeling that his dark obsidian orbs darker than the night itself laced with depth of oceans were going to haunt her for a long time. 🥀🥀🥀 •An enticing tale of sudden encounters, unexpected feelings, a journey of trials and painful beginnings• 🥀🥀🥀 Cover and Aesthetics made by me; ©zephyra_9 (Images used for edits from Pinterest) Copyright infringement and plagiarism is a serious crime, and the offender would be dealt accordingly. No part of this book can be used, printed or displayed in any way without my permission. (All rights reserved to ©zephyra_9) This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person or incident is purely coincidental. ________________ #1 in sardar (July 10th, 2023) #1 in haveli (August 24th, 2023) #1 in feudalism (October 29th, 2023) #1 in protective (December 9th, 2023) #1 in heartless (May 5th, 2024) #1 in feudallord (May 30th, 2024) #1 in dominance (January 22nd, 2025) ________________

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹-𝗲-𝗠𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗯~ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗮𝘀𝗿𝗮𝘁-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗭𝗮𝗶𝗺~𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗵) ~completed 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗠𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘇𝗮~𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗻) ~completed 𝗚𝗵𝗮𝗺-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗛𝗮𝗺𝘇𝗮~𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵) (𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗹~𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗮) ~completed Read the contents for more details. Pictures and some quotes DO NOT belong to me and the copyright goes to the original people.

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