She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

A modern Pakistani adaptation of the classic Jane-Eyre. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THE ORIGINAL TO APPRECIATE MY VERSION. THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK. Blurb: As an orphaned child, Jahaan-Aara is first cruelly abused by her aunt, then cast out and sent to an Islamic boarding school. Though she meets with further abuse, she receives an education, and eventually takes a job as a governess at the estate of Emraad Fuwaad Rohail. Jahaan and Rohail Saab begin to bond, but his dark moods trouble her. When Jahaan-Aara uncovers the terrible secret Rohail Saab has been hiding, she flees and finds temporary refuge and learns that she has fallen in love with him. Click follow to read. All chapters are private due to many plagiarising attempts Add to reading list. Please note: This is an adaptation of the original book. It will be slightly different from the original book.

The title says it all.

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.