A Cluster Of Desi Short Stories

Title: CUORE DI PIETRA Translation: HEART OF STONE Status: Rewriting ❧❧❧ "𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆" She had never imagined she would find herself in such a bewildering world, far different from the visions she had once cherished. This world, both foreign and cruel, contradicted everything she had once expected it to be. There was a time when she yearned to inhabit this place, to forge memories that would last a lifetime. Yet, upon her arrival, her expectations met a brutal reality that shattered her dreams and left her broken. The intricate web of mysteries emerged, each thread revealing unexpected truths and unveiling faces she had never expected encountering, and amidst all these chaos, she became captive of a man haunted by the shadows of his past-a prisoner to his own inner demons for the past many years. Zaviyar Behram Shah was both enchanting and tragic, a beautiful sculpture chiseled from ice that mirrored the chilling void of his heart that was long dead, resembling nothing but a piece of stone in his chest. Caught in this whirlwind, Inaya Zaman Yazdani felt both drawn to and repelled by his enigmatic nature. Their lives converged in an intricate dance of revelation and vengeance, where every whispered word carried the potential to unveil new secrets, but there was no way she could escape unscathed for she had everything to do with what made the man both thirsted for revenge and the heartless monster he had turned into. ❧❧❧ • Cover and aesthetics made by me © zephyra_9 • No part of this book can be used, displayed or printed in any way without my permission Copyright to ©zephyra_9 (All rights reserved) • This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person or incident is purely coincidental. _______________

𝑯𝒖𝒎-𝑵𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒔 : 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑰𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓. {𝟳𝟴:𝟴} 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.

(Seher x Azlan "The Worst Feeling Is Feeling Unwanted By The Person You Want The Most" Seher "If Work Hard Is Your Weapon, Success Will Be Your Slave" Azlan _____________________ Erina x Zayan "The Memories Sneak Out Of My Eyes And Roll Down My Cheeks" Erina "Everybody Has An Addiction, Mine Just Happens To Be You" Zayan ____________________

My hands wrapped around her thin waist . She fit me perfectly . I can feel the goosebumps arrive at her skin . She is nervous just the way i like it . I slowly whispered in her ears "Darling focus we need to actually talk..." . "When a boy meets a girl love won't bloom....they marry each other for their family's happiness will they ever come to love each other? Will destiny bring them together as one ? But what if the boy is arrogant and the girl is as soft as a feather will it work out between them " ~~~ - - *pls do note this story contains mature themes and strong languages* . . #1 - intense (25.2.22) #1 - sentimental (8.3.22) #1 - india (26.3.22) #1- arrangedlove (12.4.22)

Wafa Zaini hated rich people with a passion. She can't stand them for their arrogance and their self-righteousness. She so happens to be living in a very similar rich people's house, as a servant's daughter. Which is an everyday reminder for her of why she hated them so much. When a circumstance forced her to get married to her master's son, things just got from bad to worse. Shahzaib Hussain hated the concept of love and marriage. His parents' years long failed relationship was just another reminder of why he is better off without being married. But a certain circumstance made him marry his nanny's daughter. He didn't want to stay married to her forever though and he made it very clear to his temporary wife on the first day itself. Of course, she was just temporary and he'll get rid of the situation sooner, Or so he thought. *** Word Count: 73,179

Qurbat (قُربت) transl. Proximity "𝘒𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘢𝘺..." Salaar Ahmed, baees (22) saal, ka London jaanay ka maqsad sirf apna postgraduate mukammal karna nahi tha. Aur, muhabbat dhoondna toh bilkul nahi tha. Inshyrah Hasan, bees (20) saal, ne apnay graduation ke baad ki zindagi ke liye sab pehlay se plan karr rakha tha. Woh nahi jaanti thi ke kisi ke aanay se sab badal jayega. Nana ki aakhri khuaish, tootay rishtoun ko dobara jorne ki koshish Salaar ka maqsad tha aur Inshyrah se milna shayad uskay wajood ka hissa. ───────────── written in 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙪. Islamabad se Karachi duology - part one. [can be read as a standalone] ───────────── 《Top Rankings》 #1 in roman urdu #6 in sunset #11 in urdu #79 in Pakistan

Some cute short stories; Hoping that you all love it. On 21 july 2021 #1 in short stories out of 233k stories Content warning: Mature content Sorry guys english is not my first language...........so you may face some *grammatical errors* "READ IT ON YOUR OWN RISK" #1in pakistani on 11 August 2020

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

I woke up by the sound of doorbell and someone banging on our front door. I came out and saw that everyone was out by now. "I'll check." Saying that I went to open the door and was shocked to see her. "Noor." The word came out as a whisper. She was a total mess. I felt a lump in my throat seeing the love of my life in this condition. Her hair was disheveled. Their was a cut on her forehead and finger prints on her cheeks. She looked up and my heart ached to see her blood shot eyes full of tears. Her lower lip trembled and she stepped forward wrapping her arms around me. Trying to seek some comfort and burst out crying. "Bhaijaan."