{𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 & 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || Aisha and Zayan have grown up together as cousins, always bickering and teasing each other. Where Aisha is independent, ambitious, and dreams of becoming a doctor, Zayan is carefree, charming, and never takes life too seriously. Their families, deeply rooted in tradition, decide that they should marry-something neither of them wants. Forced into a Nikkah they never asked for, Aisha struggles to accept Zayan as her husband, believing he is nothing more than an arrogant flirt. On the other hand, Zayan, who secretly admired Aisha for years, finds himself heartbroken by her coldness. As misunderstandings, hidden emotions, and societal expectations test their relationship, will Aisha realize that love sometimes blooms in unexpected places? And will Zayan prove to her that he's more than just a childhood rival-he's her soulmate? [Translation available]

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

Book #1 of 'ek qismat' series Could be read as a standalone Ek lamha: we are just pawns in a bigger game. In a village of Lahore, two feudal families: Shah and Khan, fight for the throne ever since everyone can remember. However, what the others do not know is that once they used to be friends. One existed because of the other. After their feud, both families thought they would get rid of the other but each generation, as history repeats, attracts each other. However, it always ends the same way: the feud gets bigger. Now the new generation is trying to live up to their family name but will they be able to stay away from each other? Started: May 2025 Published: September 2025 Completed: December 2025 #1 on LAHORE

Five people. Five lives. Five tales. Each of them is struggling through life and these struggles aren't something extraordinary. The journey is of friendship, questioning norms, fighting set standards and in doing so, maybe, stumbling upon love as well.

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.

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Hunaid Ahmed A relentless CEO striving to make his mark in the software world, with no time for anything but work. Haadi Ahmed A carefree college student who believes life is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest, free from responsibilities. Seher Hussain A single mother balancing work and motherhood, with no space in her life for love or second chances. Sara Hussain A determined medical student with her sights set on excelling in the medical field, leaving no room for distractions. None of them are looking for love, but love has its own plans. ✨ Single Mom ✨ Reverse Age Gap ✨ Brother's Best Friend ✨ Grumpy x Sunshine ✨ Muslim Stories ✨ Crazy Sibling Fun

In the face of the powerful, young and roguishly handsome landlord Choudhary Shah-Nawaz Qureshi, only Mehar-Bano was the one to oppose his patriarchal rule and in her fight, she fell and lost her husband, her heart and home. But it didn't stop her. A saga of love, obsession, insanity, murder and vengeance. The Fallen Widow.

𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧🤍 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒛𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 was never the man who believed in love. Reserved, composed, and burdened by expectations, he agreed to marry 𝗔𝘀𝗸𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗶 to fulfill a promise made - not out of choice, but respect. To him, marriage was an obligation... a bond wrapped in silence. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 . 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝑨𝒛𝒌𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒊 ,on the other hand, came into the marriage with quiet hope. She didn't expect grand gestures, just a corner in his world - a little space to exist, to breathe, to be seen. But Azlan's silence was louder than words, and his quiet care sharper than any workship. Until the small things began to change.🕊

"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."