On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

Hamdaani Heirs #1 The story of Rayyan and Duaa. Love, misunderstandings and regrets. How they overcome all the emotional distress and find their way back to each other. - Tapish تپش ©All Rights Reserved

Hamdaani Heirs #7 The story of Shahveer and Ibtihaaj. Of love and pain. Of forgiveness and second chances. Of that leap of faith. Of becoming the soul of somebody's life. Rooh-e-Hayat روح حياة ©All Rights Reserved

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

Collection of traditional love stories. محفل میں باربار انہی پر نظر گئی ہم نے بچائی لاکھ مگر پھر ادھر گئی 💫Short stories of traditional Pakistani weddings and customs. ~Milan ☑️(Childhood nikkah based) ~Sehar-e-Ishq☑️ (Kidnapping based) ~Jan-e-Tamanna☑️ (After Marriage based) ~Haal-e-Dil ☑️(Rom-Com/love marriagebased) ~Husn-e-Jaana☑️(Second chance based) ~Humsafar☑️ (Second marriage based) 《NOTE》This story will majorly contain urdu language, and I won't be translating the dialogues. []Urdu/Hindi readers, it is for you. 《#3 in junoon 12-10-2020》 《#1 in mohabbat 19-10-2020》 《#3 in Pakistan 19-10-2020》 《#1 in nikkah 16-11-2020》 《#1 in muslimlovestory 16-11-2020》 《#1 in perfectcouple 24-11-2020》 《#1 in islamiclovestory 3-12-2020》 《#1 in Ishq 4-01-2021》 《#1 in Urdu 26-03-2021》 《#1 in ambassadorspk 31-03-2021》 《#1 in Pyaar 12-05-2021》 🍁Alhumdulilah

"Me Usmaan ke ilawa kisi bhi mard ke bistar pr sone ka soch bhi nahi sakti" "Naam Nahi Lo Uska!" "Usmaan" Zaakir Khan. A messiah to many, a man of his word, a man strict on his tradition..but one tiny mistake he had done in the blind love of his baby sister. The 29 year old had raised his sister with great love. That he turned a blind eye to his morals just for a second. Little did he know he had been guilt bound for a lifetime now. Qirat Hussein. A bubbly, witty 19 year old girl. Raised by her single mother. She wishes no harm on anyone except a specific 29 year old who turned her world upside down in the name of revenge. She shall now make him regret his actions, his regret will be her revenge! Par shayad is baat se dono anjaan the ..ke is inteqam ki aag me jalne ke bajye do dill pighaljayenge ~KMH THIS BOOK IS SUBJECTED TO BE REMOVED SOON NEEDS EDITING! 1⭐️ Urdu 1⭐️ Khan 1⭐️ Pakistan 1⭐️ Paki 1⭐️ Shaadi 1⭐️ Ishq 1⭐️ Desi 1⭐️ Forced

"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. +++

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ- 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡 نامال - 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙂𝙝𝙖𝙯𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥-𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙛. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙞'𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨'𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠. All credits goes to Nemrah Ahmed

Aab e hayat in roman Urdu. All rights are reserved to the authors. I am just trying to make the novels reach the audience who'll love to read this novel but can't read in Urdu Language.