"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++

~𝑨𝑺𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝒀𝑨𝑹~ 'My life, my rules, so guard yourself from flames of my rage because it will surely burn you apart°°° ~𝑭𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑳~ 'I fall but never gives up, i will stay strong until you truly breaks me apart°°° ✨✨✨ Faryal's gaze remained blank, her eyes fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't say anything else, just looked at him, her expression unreadable. Asfand's anger simmered, his frustration growing. "What happened today, Faryal?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Faryal's eyes didn't flicker, her gaze still fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't respond, just a slight flinch of her shoulder. Asfand's grip on the bedpost tightened, his knuckles white. "You're not going to say anything?" he growled. "You're just going to sit there, and pretend like everything is okay?" Faryal's eyes dropped, her shoulders slaking slightly. But she still didn't say anything. Asfand's laughter was cold, mirthless "You're good at this Faryal" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're good at pretending like nothing's wrong but I'm not buying it" Faryal's gaze snapped up, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of fear. But she still didn't say anything, just looked at him, her expression blank. Asfand's anger boiled over, his face twisting with rage. "Talk to me, Faryal!" he growled, his voice like thunder. "Tell me what's going on!" Faryal flinched, her eyes welling up with tears. But she still didn't say anything, just a slight shake of her head. Asfand's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to burn with a cold fury. "Fine" he said, his voice icy. "Have it your way" ✨✨✨ ~Two souls, two hearts broken to be mend by a second chance, lets dive in to explore the love taking a U-turn. ~Both don't ready to give chance for a second time but fate played well and wise marrying them off together. Stay tuned with Á$FÁÑD¥ÁR x FÁR¥ÁL Allah Hafiz!

A short story by a rookie writer.Please give it a try though Love is a combination of respect, friendship, understanding, communication and companionship

اہلِ عشق- Ahl-e-ishq (people of passionate love) Started- 30 July 2023 Join the story of Ahad Suleiman Khan ( احد سولیمان خان) Eshal Saleem Siddiq (عشل سلیم سدِّق) One Function, One Evening, One Misunderstanding Everything changed she all of her life looked upto him as Elder Brother. But now everything changed with a dare which cost her life, love, and everything she hold dear to her. No one believed in her. He tried to stand up of her but went on vain in front of his Grandparents, he could have saved everything but at the cost of her dignity. He denied every accused Which was tainting her character, In order to save her from accusations He Married Her. Peep 👀 " Bi Amma Aap kisi ke kirdaar ke baare main kaise bol sakti" Ahad growled in anger this time his volume was high as compared to earlier " Hum nahi bol rahe zamaana bole ga" Bi Amma replied with her famous sarcastic tone " Toh yeh baat hai na toh Shohar aur Biwi hote toh tab koi masla hota?" Ahad questioned in her tone only "Nahi jaiz chiz main kya masla" Bi Amma replied "Thik hai Ammi aaj hi Saleem Sahab ke ghar mera Rishta bhijwae iss hi jumme ko humara Nikkah hoga" Ahad declared before going out from his room. ___________________ Cover Art Belongs to respective owner.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐈 : 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡ A woman in love is shown as surrender, grace, and divinity; while a man in love is shown as passion, intensity, and devotion - but both dissolve equally in ishq. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ Yug Singhania is an 18-year-old boy currently studying in 12th grade. He lives with his family, which includes his father, mother, and younger sister. Standing 6 feet tall with striking features, he is both the head boy of the school and its academic topper. Ira Kapoor is a 17-year-old girl currently studying in 11th grade. She lives with her father and stands 5'7" tall, her striking beauty matched only by her brilliant mind, with an impressive IQ of 151. Her hobbies include painting, and she plays the piano with ease. _________________________________________ She thought he didn't remember her, unaware of the fact that he had been waiting for her ever since the day she promised to come back and meet him-ten years ago. _________________________________________ "What's your type?" Yug asked, looking at Ira, who was gazing at the rain. "If you're asking about my type in a man... it's a calm man, Yug," Ira replied, still watching the pouring rain with a soft smile on her face. "You want to be loved by a calm man, and I want to be that calm man for you-your best friend, your love, and your devotee," Yug said, his eyes fixed on her. _________________________________________ "When I said I'd be your devotee, I meant it, Ira. I mean it," Yug said, while sitting on his knees, her feet resting gently on his thighs. "You are, and always will be, the only girl in my life-as my friend, my love, and my life," he added, then slowly leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her feet. _________________________________________ • It's a multi couple story. ─ ABHRA SEHGAL ♡ KSHITI ARORA ─ SHIV LUTHRA ♡ ISHA SINGHANIA ─ MAHIR KHURANA ♡ AARNA MEHRA ─ ABEER ARORA

Arziyan ~ A collection of short stories. Ranking 27 in #pakistan - 22 june 2025 Ranking 14 in #pakistan - 25 june 2025 Ranking 18 in #pakistan - 29 june 2025 Ranking 6 in #short - 2 july 2025 Ranking 7 in #cousinmarriage Ranking 2 in #moments - 28 july 2025

Some men fall in love. He fell into sujood. Aamira Mehazain came to Geneva to study and focus on her Deen, not to be seen, not to be followed, and certainly not to be chosen. But from the moment she steps through the marble gates of Al Noor Institute, someone is already watching. Not a student. Not just a TA. But Azaan Ulric Khayr, billionaire, founder, and a man of impossible restraint. He never speaks to her, only files a nikah proposal with her father, vowing: "I didn't come to win her heart. I came to ask if I'm allowed to try." While Aamira is just trying to survive midterms, Azaan has already decided she's his qadr. And when faith, fear, and feeling collide, how do you protect a heart written in nikah from the man who has been praying for you long before he ever knew your name?

𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐊𝐞 Aisha's life takes a whirlwind turn when her pictures with Aaraiz, a dominant yet deeply protective man, are leaked. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Aisha's playful innocence clashes with Aaraiz's strict and commanding nature. As their journey unfolds, Aaraiz's over protectiveness begins to feel like love, and Aisha's resistance softens into trust. Amid family drama, old secrets, and unexpected romance, they find themselves navigating a bond neither of them anticipated. A story of clashing wills, hidden vulnerabilities, and a love that grows against all odds.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

Yeh nikkah deal hai yaad rahey! Iss baazi mein koi ek bhi haar gya toh? Game over ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tumhey kia ho gya hai Safoorah? Koi meri Rooh le gya hai! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tum zindagi ko itna seriously kyoun leti ho? Tum nahi letey? Nahi. Zindagi bhi toh humey serious nai leti ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Kyoun karr raha hai apne saath aisa? Kia kr raha hun mein? Yaad nahi aati uski? Nahi ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Ruhaan. Safoorah. Aarish. Zaira. | Four lives: One story | A venture of different cultures, languages, love, friendship, hate, tears, laughters, faith, relations and a deep journey of shaping souls by their own chisels. As Rumi says; Every moment I shape my destiny with the chisel, I'm the carpenter of my own soul. © copyrights belong to Nawaal.