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

Zindagi ke safar me insan kab kisse takra jae pata nahi chalta Amyra Sikandar bhi nahi jaanti thi ke uska safar use kahan le jae ga... _______ "Thori der ke liye tumhe meri har baat per sar hilana ho ga jaisa main kahun ga tum sar hilayi jao" "No main kisi ki baat pe sar nahi hilati" "Agar yahan se nikal na hai to meri baat mano!" Uski sakhti per usne behes karna chahi magar kar na payi. _________ "Tumhe apni manzil pe pohonchna hai aur mujhe is sab jaan churwani hai aur maze ke baat yeh hai ke hum dono ke paas is drame ke ilawa koi option nahi" "Tum khiske hue ho ya waise hi bakwas kar rahe ho? NIKAH KA KEH RAHE HO TUM" Woh beyaqeeni se use dekhtu reh gayi aur woh bezaar sa wahan khara raha. __________

☀︎︎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.

#3 in Pakistan ( 4-1-2021) #1 in Pakistan (19-1-2021) What will happen when two opposite souls are betrothed to each other? *But both are stubborn in their own ways, one doesn't want to hold on, while the other doesn't want to walk away. Faryal Ismail Khan is 21 years old; a kind, pure, and bubbly girl. She believes in the power of good deeds that gives her the strength to turn the storms in her life into light. Zohaib Ahmed Durrani is a 28 years old doctor; the father of a baby named Zahra while his wife is dead. The trauma has turned him into a man, who is totally opposite from his past. A.N: The initial chapters are extremely short because at that time I had no idea about the ideal length of a chapter. Kindly bear with it.❤

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

UNS :a love series Part :1 He was the eldest of 3 sisters She was the youngest of 5 brothers He was responsible She was spoiled He had the weight of the world on his shoulders She was free as a butterfly, His mother was friend with hers Her mother wanted a responsible man for her , A man who valued relationships above all else His mother wanted someone who could make him smile. A girl who could light up his life . Hers was an innocent heart, His had no other purpose but to pump blood , He believed the heart was misleading , She believed that the brain was boring, She had never worried for a single thing , He had everything to worry for, This is the story of Neelum This is the story of Ibrahim , (Starts in march )

Yeh nikkah deal hai yaad rahey! Iss baazi mein koi ek bhi haar gya toh? Game over ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tumhey kia ho gya hai Safoorah? Koi meri Rooh le gya hai! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tum zindagi ko itna seriously kyoun leti ho? Tum nahi letey? Nahi. Zindagi bhi toh humey serious nai leti ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Kyoun karr raha hai apne saath aisa? Kia kr raha hun mein? Yaad nahi aati uski? Nahi ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Ruhaan. Safoorah. Aarish. Zaira. | Four lives: One story | A venture of different cultures, languages, love, friendship, hate, tears, laughters, faith, relations and a deep journey of shaping souls by their own chisels. As Rumi says; Every moment I shape my destiny with the chisel, I'm the carpenter of my own soul. © copyrights belong to Nawaal.