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Her Dream to be loved.{Completed} by kiranhafeez
Her Dream to be loved.{Completed}
kiranhafeez
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Ranked # 7 on 1 March 2018 "Do you Anaya Malik,daughter of Zubair malik accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" The imam asked and I didn't reply.I was in shock of this turning point of my life. The thought of Kaif Hashim as my husband shivered me. The imam again asked "Do you Anaya malik daughter of zubair malik,accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" I didn't reply again. My best friend Aasiya came forward and shake my shoulder. "Anaya! give answer." I came to my senses. "I..I do." I said. The imam asked for two more times the same question and I replied in " I do. I heard the words of congratulations. People thinks that it is marriage that happened today but they are wrong because from my point of view it was a deal.A business deal. ........................... salaam everyone. How would you feel when you become a deal?when your father makes a deal to save his business by marrying you with the most arrogant, cruel and tough Guy? Anaya all her life dreamed to be loved but what she gets is only a deal.
The Girl I Never Loved. by kiranhafeez
The Girl I Never Loved.
kiranhafeez
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#35 in spiritual on 18 March 2018 unawareness . . silence . . Feel . . Love . . Tears . . Pain . . the moment . . Hearts . . connected. That's all I could say about the story. .
The Rain by kiranhafeez
The Rain
kiranhafeez
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The story contain two people meeting in rain and how they become companions.
Mr. India's Pakistani Bride by introvert_2001
Mr. India's Pakistani Bride
introvert_2001
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Cover Credits: @AMBER_0501 " Bas Abbu! Aapne jo mere saath kia tha vo bas hai. Ab vohi kaam Ihsan ke saath bhi mat kijiye!" Zain yelled at his father. Ihsan stood there looking at his father with pleading look. His father looked flabbergasted seeing his ever so calm son erupting like a volcano. " All I did was loving a girl. Nothing more nothing less." Ihsan said looking at his father. " But she is a Pakistani." Yelled Aadil Owaisi. " Toh kya hua? I love her Abbu. You wouldn't have said this if she is an Indian." Ihsan said angrily disagreeing with his father. " But Ihsan, my child! They're our enemies." Aadil tried to mislead his son. " All that shit is said and done by the politicians Abbu. Ohhhh! I forgot. You are a politician too. It's nothing new coming such words from you. Just because of people like you, we, the people of both the countries have to bear the consequences." Ihsan spatted at his father angrily. " IHSAN......" Aadil yelled on the top of his lungs. " He is not wrong Abbu!" Zain said with glassy eyes. Aadil looked away from Zain as the guilt started eating him up. " Then why did you reject the proposal come from that girl? She said she liked you. She is a Pakistani too." Aadil glared at his second son. " It's because I don't like her. Uski shakal tak nahi dheka tha main." Ihsan reasoned. " Kuch bhi ho Ihsan! By the way what's her back ground?" Aadil asked narrowing his eyes. Ihsan and Zain scoffed angrily seeing their after always prying on other's background. " Her father is a retired Major from Pak Army." Ihsan said breathing shallowly. A shiver ran down from everyone's spine when he mentioned about Pak Army. That riled Aadil to the peaks. " Wah bhai wah! Ek beta Fauji se pyar karke baita aur dusra beta Fauji ki beti se. Duniya main koi mulk ki ladkiyan nahi mila kya?" Aadil yelled. Dua's eyes filled with tears seeing the whole argument. It's like her old wounds are again opened fresh. This is not to offer any of the countries.
Won't Let Go by ShabanaTheStar
Won't Let Go
ShabanaTheStar
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❝ She knew he can never be hers and yet she fell in love with him ❞ Fairytales exist only in books and movies. That's what Natasha Rehman told herself every time she looks at her best friend. She also knew it was foolishness for hoping that he'd look at her the way she wants him to look. But Natasha isn't that delusional. She knew there was no happily ever after for her and Farhan Sheikh, or so she thought. Farhan has been in love once and that failed terribly. And what hurt him more was, that it was his best friend who broke his heart. After reading all the clichΓ©s about next-door neighbours and best friends falling in love and getting married, he realized it happens probably only in the books and movies. Real-life sucks, big time. After his heartbreak, all he ever wanted was to establish his own name in the fashion industry... not get married. Not with Natasha Rehman at least, who also happens to be his best friend. Life can be complicated sometimes, in his case it was all the time. β€’β€’β€’ Book Two in the "Let Go Series." CANNOT be read as a stand-alone. Word Count: 53,187 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. β€’β€’β€’
π€πŒπŽπ‘π„-𝐈𝐭 π–πšπ¬ πƒπžπ¬π­π’π§πžπ! by TheLotusQuill_
π€πŒπŽπ‘π„-𝐈𝐭 π–πšπ¬ πƒπžπ¬π­π’π§πžπ!
TheLotusQuill_
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π™‹π™‡π™Šπ™ 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 π˜½π˜Όπ™Žπ™€π˜Ώ π™Šπ™‰ π˜Όπ™π™π™ƒπ™Šπ™'π™Ž π™„π™ˆπ˜Όπ™‚π™„π™‰π˜Όπ™π™„π™Šπ™‰. 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 π’π„π“π‡πˆ, soft like monsoon rain - gentle but impossible to ignore. Graceful in her silence, resilient in her softness. Her smile blooms like dawn, even with a heart stitched from storms. She speaks in warmth, forgives like fireflies forgive the night, and still dares to believe in love. Anvesha is poetry in motion - fragile only in appearance, fierce in the soul. She is the kind of calm that heals what noise cannot. 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 πŒπ„π‡π‘π€ , a quiet storm - composed, unreadable, with eyes that echo unspoken wars. Strength cloaks him like shadows at dusk, calm but never cold. His love isn't loud, but once given, it consumes - fierce and unwavering. He walks like a man carved from silence, yet his presence roars. Beneath the sharp edges lies a soul that once burned for love, still smoldering, still waiting to be seen again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were never written in the same sentence, yet destiny kept placing commas where it could've ended. He was silence wrapped in steel; she was softness stitched with storms. And somewhere between broken hearts and borrowed time, they found a kind of love that didn't arrive loudly- it lingered like a secret prayer, echoed like a familiar song, and stayed like a home neither of them knew they were searching for. But not every love story is written in ink. Some are carved in scars. And theirs? The world will have to bleed a little to read it. Join the journey of Anvesha and Rudraansh in my book, π€πŒπŽπ‘π„-𝐈𝐭 π–πšπ¬ πƒπžπ¬π­π’π§πžπ!
His Temporary Wife by ShabanaTheStar
His Temporary Wife
ShabanaTheStar
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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
We Scream To Dream by Rifa_Fathma_
We Scream To Dream
Rifa_Fathma_
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A Poem πŸ‡΅πŸ‡Έ
A Mazed Heart by Rifa_Fathma_
A Mazed Heart
Rifa_Fathma_
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Darkness and hatred coiled and uncoiled around his heart. It deliberately slithered across his body making him restless until his eyes froze. He had reckoned that nothing is unknown to him. But at that precise moment, it appeared to him that there was so much that he didn't know. Darkness and hatred sneered back at him in a way of challenging him. And now, it was time. To walk out of the darkness and wake up to the gleam of reality. **** He was shocked. How did things come down to this? He never knew. He stared back - with so much regret - at all those opportunities when he could have taken action. If he had seized a step forward, then maybe, things would have been decent and more peaceful now. He was too irrational. His beloved ones were already trapped in the utmost danger. It was too late. He couldn't do anything now, or Could he? **** Deep down, she knew she was fragile like a flower. But she wanted to prove to the world that she wasn't someone to be confined in a home. But at some point in her life, time stopped and then - slowly and deliberately - the darkness started to embrace her. She never knew that she had been confined by darkness until now. She fell into a dilemma. What was she even doing with her life? Then, she found herself listening to a low yet firm voice telling her from afar. The solution to all her problems. But the solution was the only thing she had always tried to avoid. How could it be the answer to her problems? The only thing she reckoned she should stay away from, was now the solution to keep going? **** He reached too far. There was no heading back now. He felt helpless and alone. No one seemed to be staying at his side. Whatever he yearned for up until now, couldn't able to reach him. But then, was he craving for the wrong thing? **** It was only a matter of a key reaching out to their soul. When the key started unravelling their mazed heart, their heart stilled to be amazed.