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

"کیا ہم تیرے قرض دار تھے؟" Karzdaar | Indebted A novel by Ewrites1 ZAINA MIRZA. A tale of a courageous girl brought up in a fouji household. The daughter of a former army colonel, away from reality. Her life has riddles and ancestral secrets that she yearns to solve. She has dreams and ambitions but little does she know about her fate! Who was he? What did he want from her? He kidnapped her 2 days before her nikkah. Will she be able to escape this tragedy? ***** <Insight> "YOU KILLED HER!!!!!" She was now pounding in screams, getting up with difficulty. "I will kill youu..." She sobbed as she stepped ahead and pushed him backwards. "Get her water." He said to Ali, rough and sarcastic. He was the man Rehana was telling her about, she knew instantly. They worked under his order. Ali extended a cup to her when she unexpectedly snatched it from him and threw the water on Ismail. Ali had never in his life witnessed such a thing. Ismail tightened his fists and took steps towards her until she touched the wall behind. She looked at his wet face uptil the entire top portion of his shirt. He took off his shades, tensely furrowing his eyebrows at her. A wave of the same scent rushed past her, causing weird flashbacks that she was unable to define. His hypnotic amber eyes clashed with her round brown ones for the first time. They closely reflected into hers; which were tender and surrounded by wet eyelashes. "Tumhari dusri galti..." He said. _____________________________________________ Karzdaar is a book revolving around adventure, mystery, romance and thrill! Please read the disclaimer.

"I'm being f..framed," she stuttered. The fear that gripped her heart in a vice clutch was immense. "Stubborn as f*ck!" He growled, his baritone voice boomed. His obsidian eyes met her fear-filled ones and her stomach churned in raw trepidation. "I s..swear, I...I.. didn't..." Her mind was in the chaos of terror. But just being in the presence of this barbaric man had her heart lurching to her mouth. "Your lies are only fueling my rage, woman." He bellowed, causing her to flinch. She stopped breathing in sheer horror as he prowled towards her like a beast. There was madness in his eyes. He roughly grabbed her jaw, his fingertips digging in her fluffy cheeks causing her lips to pucker out. His dark gaze illicitly roved her body; the unadulterated lust in his eyes... 18+

~ Zindagi or kuch nahi.. Bas! Teri meri kahani hai..~ (life is nothing! But! A story of yours and mine!) ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ (OFFICIAL SPIN OFF Of "She Was Made For Him" but can be read as stand alone) _______________ He never knew that his small prank will turn up like this. All he wanted was to satisfy his ego but now when he was succeeded in letting her down then why was he not feeling proud and happy as he used to be on his every victory?? There was no sign of pride and peace instead there was a storm brewing in his mind. Again and again that scene was projecting in front of him where she was crying like there was no end and the way she looked in his eyes before getting unconscious. He never thought in his dreams ever that hurting her will hurt him this much. Sneak in to know how those hands who only know how to grip guns will handle a girl, more like flood so perfectly!! She used to believe that love is the medicine for all kind of pains!! All he knew was that there is no medicine found in the world for the pain given by love!! One thing that was common in them was the hate for each other. Two opposite poles!! Two contradictory characters that will inveigle you to lovee!!🔥 Remember one thing!! It's Khan Villa whom we are talking about, where drama and fun are constant and mandatory 24/7. Another enticing and alluring tale of a heartthrob ladykiller and funloving queen, starting from hate and infinite differences and ending with pure bliss of love. Turn the pages around to know how much time he will take to realize that she was not heartattack but heartbeat. His Heartbeat!!❤🖤

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.

H.R #3 in spiritual (4/10/2016) * "But you're my husband! I should...I should at least know where you are at 2 o'clock in the morning!" "I didn't want to be your husband! And the last time I checked you didn't want to marry me either! So I'm not inclined to tell you anything!" I froze, his answer shocking me beyond belief. "You're right..." I said slowly,"I didn't want to marry you." * Hassan Malik. The perfect guy.The guy in every girls' dream.The guy with the looks, the money,I mean even his name sounds perfect. So why did I -Aasia Hamid- the ordinary girl not want to marry him? Why didn't I fall helplessly into his arms? Maybe it's because I didn't believe in fairytales Or because my 'prince charming' was more broken then I was. Or maybe I just didn't deserve a 'happily ever after.' But taqdeer will find a way. Perfection is impossible. Happiness is never eternal. And lies are beautiful... the ones shared between us being the prettiest of all.

Only his aunt at the side was speaking, telling him what the person in front of him did. Not once did he leave the blue eyes looking at him and everyone around could tell how the more his aunt was speaking the more his anger went up. Lies....that's what his aunt is actually telling him. But he isn't aware of that, so when his aunt finished telling her side of the story, Elmas tried to speak.... " Hassan please i- " She didn't even get to finish her sentence as a big sound was heard... His hand.....on her left cheek. It happened so fast but as soon as his palm made contact with her face regret started eating him up... And now no one was making a sound or more like dared to break this unbearable silence, Elmas stayed still not moving....her head was still facing on her left side after he slaped her. The form of his hand slowly drawing itself in red....she then turned her head in his direction making her blue eyes connect with his brown one, they were full of tears making her eyes shine even more than they usually were and he could tell everything she was feeling..... Hurt, disappointment and humiliation. ************************** Hassan a 26 years old boy with a hard past and present, it seemed like his life had not plans on geting easier instead everything kept geting worse and more worse every single day. Elmas an innocent soul that has never missed anything in her life, she has enough money, her dream job and the most important she has an amazing familly that loves her just as much as she loves them. Put these two together and follow their story , as their two completely different worlds collides together. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING A STORY ON WATTPAD SO PLEASE DON'T BE TOO MEAN . 🙏 The picture used in the book and the cover are not mine, copyright goes to the original people.

A story about a girl and a boy who were tied in a marriage at the age when they didn't know the meaning of this word. Their parents tied them in a knot when He was 6 years old and she was 4. When there was a relation then there would be a knock on heart and There would be of love spark in their hearts for each other. Join journey of Haider and Haaniyah.

'As per the tradition Sufiyan married my brother's daughter-Ayesha.We want to follow the same for your generation too.And..as Mehwi is the only girlchild here...and we don't want her to sent off to another home by marrying.We want..' He paused and sighed. 'Zain and Mehwi get married' **....**.....*** Mehwish-A pretty,lovely, enthusiastic,intelligent girl.An outgoing introvert.The apple of each and everyone's eyes in the Ahmad's house-NEST.The one and only girl child among the eight children.Being the only girlchild in the family she have her own pros and cons.However, she loves her family more than anything!The life of NEST! And there is he-Zain Ahmad Sufiyan. The eldest grandson of Ahmad.A little bit short tempered, very much workholic,educated & successful young business man. Handsomeness and brilliance are something in his genes. The one whom Mehwish is not so enthusiastic about in her bunch of cousins in the present.And for that she had something in her past.Like that,Zain too have a strong past which made him change from the cool boy he once was to somewhat an enigmatic man, which made it hard for him to live in his own country and plant a seed of distaste in his heart for all the girls. Still the love he had for his family had not changed much!That's why he decided to come back after 5 years on his family's insistence.And it's when he was pushed to be a part of some weird family tradition. Th wows were taken to live together till death do apart them!Signatures were attested on the paper sealing the promise! Love was next question, when TRUST was something that went downhill between them!Can the trust be regained?Can She bring back the old Zain?Can he heal the unhealed wounds inside her?Can they be the balms they needed?The family thinks so!What do you think? Dive in to know more! ■■■ 🔴ATTENTION 🔴 English is not my first language.So there will be flaws.