❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

A Romance Comedy •••••••••••••• "I want to ask you,...... what's my name?" I didn't answered because I still don't know his name. "Miss Nawaz, you are acting like a student who did full preparation for a test but doesn't know which subject's test it is." Wow! Such a good example. "Sir, Shakespeare has said, what's in name." I am not less than him. "That's true, Miss Farooqi." With a smirk. "Sir, it's Nawaz." "But only you said naa, what's in name." With an innocent expression which could drive anyone crazy. I got quiet. This man is too sharp. "Taha..... Taha Kaiser." "Yes, Mr. Taha Kaiser." Such a cute name and such a rude nature. ••••••••••••••••• Started on Oct 13, 2020. Finished on Nov 22, 2020.

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama.

A bus arrived at the bus stop and she got in first as she was in the front and the rest followed. There was a vacant seat reserved for ladies but she decided to stand. Her eyes were glued at the door and her lips formed a subtle curve when she saw him board the bus before it took off. Glancing through the crowd of people, he moved past everyone and stood beside her. Her heart pounded and she blushed giving a tough competition to the tomato as their arms brushed each other. His staring session and her glances through the corner of her eyes combined with blushes was disturbed by the conductor who demanded the ticket. "Pass", they both say in unison. While the conductor brush passed the two, they both look each other and smiled. She gasped at once when he slid his hand and held her by her waist. She pursed her lips and shyly looked at him through the corner of eyes. "Move ahead, move ahead. Make space for others to get in.", Said the conductor and the people beside them squeezed them closer together by pushing them. His hands were off her waist. He inhaled the soft scent which came from her hair as she now stood ahead of him. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, they experienced a current pass through their bodies as it collided with the other. . . . . "Doesn't a middle class boy like me have any rights to love?" . . . "All I ask for, is his love!" Welcome to the middle class life!! 😌 Story of 90% population of India! Highest ranks: #1 in middleclass #1 in Indian #1 in relatable #1 in Problems

A Desi Rom-Com: They bicker, they prank, they fight like sworn enemies. So obviously, their family thinks they're soulmates. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Zoya and Zeedan have spent their entire lives fighting over the most random things-who got the last piece of cake, who makes better chai, and who is the real drama queen of the family (spoiler: it's both of them). But their family sees something else-a "cute, filmi love story in the making." So what do the elders do? They fix their marriage. Now, Zoya and Zeedan are on a mission to sabotage their own wedding. But between forced couple games, dramatic aunties, and way too many chai dates, something unexpected happens. What if the love they were trying to escape... was always brewing right in front of them? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Tropes: ● Enemies To Lovers ● Cousin Romance ● Rom Com ● Desi Setting Rankings: #39 in Pakistan #44 in Humour #341 in funny