𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐡. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · اِسْتِخارَہ [istiḳhāra] seeking good 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Before dying, Nasir-ud-din left behind one final wish: for the family he built to stay together. But in a haveli filled with old traditions, unspoken longing, family chaos, and love that grows in silence, she slowly discovers that the heart she guarded the most had already chosen him long ago. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · یہ کس پے تعویز کر رہے ہو یہ کس کو پانے کے ہیں ووظیفے تمام چھوڑو بس ایک کر لو جو استخارہ تو میں تمہارا ye kis pe ta.avīz kar rahe ho ye kis ko paane ke haiñ vazīfe tamām chhoḌo bas ek kar lo jo istiḳhāra to maiñ tumhārā

Marwa Kafeel has a strict routine. She wakes up, goes to work, then to her classes at University. She returns home to cook for her grandmother and studies, only to go to sleep and wake up to do it again. Each second of her life is a painful reminder of all she's lost and all she ever took for granted. Life for Marwa has become hazy. When she's assigned the teacher's assistant to her University's notoriously handsome professor, the haze breaks like clear glass. Suddenly, she is alive and she forgot just how much it hurts to feel everything at once, and have nothing at all. /// Rohail Zahrun lives a comfortable life. He's achieved all that he wants in life, has an exciting and invigorating job, and a prospectful future. There is pressure to take the next step in his life and marry, but things are just right, and he won't dare disturb the balance he has created. But Marwa Kafeel threatens the peace in his life. She captures his attention and pulls him towards her and he can't help but reach out and learn more. She is the most expressive woman he has ever met, the most kind, the most strong, but why does she seem to crumble around him?

Her earnings dug into her head as he forced her down on the bed. 'Murtasim please'' Meray Nikkah main ho tum. I tried to give you time Meerab but haq hai yay mera and it's time you accept this marriage' If the producers had stuck to the original track. Continues after Haya finds Meerab crying on the floor.

How differently could things have turned out after Waqas Ahmed had stormed into Khan Haveli and shown each and every member of the Khan's the mirror whilst clearing the smears of shame on Meerab's character? How differently could things have been for Meerab and Murtasim had their longing for one another after their cruel separation at Malik Zubair's and Haya's hands turned into something more fruitful? How differently could things have been if the writer of Tere Bin had been as extra, filmy and dramatic as yours truly? This four-shot begins from when Murtasim leaves Meerab in Karachi. Its what I believe was a heartbreakingly crucial point in the story. *Some mature content* Cover by my talented moonshine1_

This is a story that shouldn't be written but I usually follow my heart. And right now I need to write this.. for myself. Cuz I can't stop myself. Will it become a full fledged story? I don't know. Right now I have a few scenes that need to be written and posted somewhere.. This is set in the EBY universe. It would be great if you read that one first.

He was born to rule; on land and high in the skies. She, it seemed, was born to reign over him. He had defied all odds in his life. She was hell-bent on deifying him. Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan's destiny had been written for him; to take over his family's ancestral seat as a feudal lord and live his life for the people. He'd altered destiny. A man of iron-clad principles, he'd silenced all who dared to question him by becoming Khan Murtasim Khan and Captain Khan simultaneously. He did his duty and indulged in his passion. Why did he have to choose one? He made the rules after all... Meerab Waqas Ahmed didn't like rules. Especially ones made to control her, or any woman for that matter. Out with the old, in with the 'whatever the hell I want to do' was the way it worked in Meerab's world. If this meant deifying family tradition to pave her own way in the world, then she was willing to pay the price for her independence. They say if you play with fire, you're bound to burn, but doesn't ice burn the warm-blooded too? Fire and ice went hand in hand, just like desire and destruction. Note: This story is not completely 'mature'. It may include parts which are mature but can be enjoyed otherwise as well. This wonderful, amazing cover is by moonshine1_ 🤍

He can not love anymore, She could not help but love him. Tohmatien to lagti rahi, Roz nayi nayi hum per Magar jo sabse haseen ilzaam tha woh tera naam tha -Mirza Ghalib