No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

"One day you would find someone just like you, Islah. And that day, you will stand shaking in your place because she is just your type" - Islah was the kid who did math problems as his hobby. He was blessed intellectually but with his emotions, well he was a mess. Yusra was similar to him in many ways than just intelligence. When two such similar people meet, things get a little challenging. Islah throws tasks her way and she works through them like they don't matter which irks Islah. In the little game of irking, mocking and challenging each other, they get too distracted to realize that just maybe, they are meant to be? This is a story of two people in a world where everything is encrypted as they try to decipher what love actually means to them. © Copyright scopian_16 2020

Welcome to Wattpad-South Asia's newest project, "A Whole New World: A Desi Disney Anthology". Be ready to be transported to a world of fantasy, magic & dreams, as six popular South Asian authors retell a rendition of their favourite Disney movie, but with a desi twist. Six Disney based desi short stories! Cover by the amazingly talented: @zeynepshah ❤️

I walked down the dark hallway, my eyes scanning the rooms on my way.The door was slightly ajar as I reached the end of the hallway, my hands pushing the door open as I stepped in.Her sorrowful sobs reached my ears as I stared at her little form huddled in the corner of the dark room.Moonlight from the large window fell on her body as she continued to sob sitting on the floor. My stomach twisted in a bad way seeing her like this.A pain seared at the bottom of my heart as she hiccuped making me move towards her.I sat on the floor near her silently, not saying a word.She noticed my appearance as she stiffened for a fraction of second.Her cries had stifled as we sat in the dark with moonlight showering over us. "He had broken me into so many piece that it will take a life time to collect all.He ripped me apart from my soul, from my self respect making me crumble to the ground like ash.."Her hoarse yet soft voice resonated around the room making me turn my eyes to her beautiful face. "I have nothing left of myself.Nothing."She sounded defeated.But I didn't like hearing those words from her.It killed me to listen the bitter words she swallowed each time she spoke. *** She unintentionally stumbles in his life, stealing every fiber of his body.He wishes to make her his but destiny has other plans. As they smiled at each other little did they know that after this they were not going to smile again.It's a story not just about two broken people but with of a girl and boy who's hearts had turned Black.Striving to hold on to living and trying to move on with life will they be able to meet their Red again or will they fall apart along with time. A Romantic spiritual love story that will melt your heart, so get ready to read a tale maybe you've never heard because it's not a story whispered at nights .. <3 Ranked # 1- muslimlovestory (12th April 2021)

↱ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗚𝘂𝘆 ↰ ↳ A S H O R T S T O R Y ↲ ❛I'll be going to charge you extra ,if you gawk me like that.❜ ❛Only if you want to get a hit on your head with my brand new shoe.❜ ❖❖❖ ❛❛Didn't you already received an order at 11 in the morning? It's 5 in the evening, how much do you order, huh?❜❜ ❛❛I already said, I'm a lifestyle blogger but that's nothing to do with you, just do your work with deliveries, 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!.❜❜ ❛❛Even though I 'already' said, I'll repeat it again for the nth time, I'm Not 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!❜❜ ❖❖❖ ❛Don't Worry, I won't charge you extra for gawking me like that.❜ ❛Sadly, I don't have any brand new shoe to hit your head with.❜ . ×------× #01 in 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 102 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 23/01/22 #01 in 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 21/11/21 #02 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 17/08/21. #03 in 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 116 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 23/01/22. #03 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 06/07/21. #04 in 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 866 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 20/01/22 #04 in 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 102 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 20.01.22. #05 in 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 116 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 20/01/22. #06 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 13/06/21. © LihaMirza.

[desi academic rivals to lovers] Vishal and Layla - two notoriously competitive all-rounders, never shy to play dirty when it comes to winning. It's all grades and glares between them until one day, it's more. [Paper Hearts #1]

Every girl dreams to marry a prince charming. Who takes her to his kingdom and makes her queen of his heart ..... But all these dreams come crashing down to her head when she married off to a normal-looking man. Who takes her to his home and made her queen of kitchen and laundry... Still, I think it must be better than what I have. I may marry a prince charming but only to become the daughter-in-law of my husband's mother and guardian of his niece and nephew... I am Fiza and this is my story. #28 General Fiction (4.5.2017) #35 General Fiction (28.9.2016) Cover by @AdibahRafhanah

Meet Zoya Haider , a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, huge ass insecurities. and a few little secrets : Secrets that she pledged never to tell . Because that's what secrets are for. Until she sits on a flight to Islamabad, reluctantly to attend the wedding which she was lowkey avoiding. And during a slight turbulence which didn't feel slight to her-nervous-flyer-self, she founds herself spilling the secrets (she thought was going to take to her grave) to a handsome but a rude stranger on a plane. Why are handsome men , such jerks? A question which Zoya pounders upon while she sits with him spilling her guts out. He was a stranger. He was supposed to be a stranger...Until she comes face-to-face with him on the wedding she didn't want to attend. Just her luck the handsome jerk who knows more about her than her parents and friends combined is none other than Irtaza Haider Awan . The groom's cousin, come best friend, aka the best man if there was any in desi weddings. A man who knows every single humiliating detail about her. What happens when she have to spend two weeks and look at him knowing he know stupid stuff about her? What happens when her insecurities are slapped in her face by none other than the person she told them to ? How is supposed to recover when all her secrets come out? Join Zoya and Irtaza as they attend a wedding they both were avoiding . Only to find that it wasn't bad at all? Or was it ? URDU TRANSLATIONS AVAILABLE

"I am left in ruins- in the remnants of what I have done and what has been done to me. I may be the one you will need but I will never be the one you will want." ~ Pain doesn't hold the same meaning for everyone. To some, it's the ultimate cause of destruction and to some, it's the cause of dying and coming back alive with a new meaning and purpose of life. They had been inflicted with the same kind of pain from nowhere but inside of their own family- the kind that would shake the world if it were to be spoken of. Her pain paved a way to her new destination with scars still scattered in her being but for him, that was the end. He boxed his warmth and goodness up in a casket and buried somewhere in the country where he would never return. He fell on to the ground only to rise back up to be one of the best industrialists of Pakistan, hiding behind sarcasm and alcohol. An orphan and a businessman, both finding their way to healing and love. Meet Fizah and Zahid.

I had become heartless. Detached from all emotions. Living life like an unfinished puzzle, a small part of me missing. Lost. Never to be found again. And then she came along with all her smiles and laughter and cheerfulness. She helped fix me up. Slowly, but surely, I found my way back. And she taught me to live again. Cover Credit : @xHemmingshugsx Highest Ranking : #2 in Short Story, 16th May 2016