A special night in Lahore 🤍

Its a mystery-thriller and also a love story. This story is written about a girl named Ziana, who has been sending emails to someone for two years, but her emails never get delivered. After countless attempts, when the mail finally reaches the intended address, she discovers that all this time she had been sending it to the wrong person. There are many other characters in the story as well. Now it remains to be seen whether the girl finds her desired person. There is also a handsome hero who is a Versity professor.

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 🎀 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── 𝘚𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘗𝘌𝘌𝘒 Suddenly, I felt a wave of hot shame rush to my face. My cheeks burned. I was officially tied to this man, this handsome stranger standing right in front of me, and yet I still didn't know who he was. I knew I had to ask. I forced myself to speak, even though my heart was pounding. "Excuse me," I said softly. He turned toward me, waiting for me to continue. I couldn't look him in the eye. I kept my gaze fixed on the shiny marble floor, my head bowed in total embarrassment. "What is your name?" I finally managed to say. My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself. The silence that followed was agonizing. It felt like an eternity. I was sure he was judging me. What kind of wife doesn't even know her husband's name? I thought, feeling more humiliated by the second. Then, I heard a low, deep chuckle. It wasn't a mean laugh; he sounded genuinely amused. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and calm. "Agastya. Agastya Singhania, Anya." ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── Copyright © 2025 Our Unwilling Alliance All rights reserved

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ◦•●❤♡ The pictures are from printerest ♡❤●•◦

Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

Characters Overview 🧕 Umeed Pasha 21, final-year literature student Middle-class, loud, impulsive, chai-obsessed, talks faster than she thinks Lives with her extended family: Haya (her bubbly younger cousin & partner in crime) Chachu & Chachi - traditional but loving Agu Jaan / Pasha Sahab - wise, old-school, emotionally soft for Umeed Sameer - her older brother, protective but chill Her mother passed away when she was 12 - she still writes letters to her in a secret diary Dreams of becoming a writer, loves quoting poetry at the wrong time Farjaad Khan Bahadur 23, business management student From an ultra-rich family - stoic, calm, refined, emotionally guarded Lives in a sleek, quiet home with: His mother - poised, status-conscious His sister - bookish and observant Known for never losing his temper Holds the weight of family expectations & a past betrayal he's never spoken about

A collection of short stories. Explore the world of Pakistani novellas✨ 1. Love Lessons by Professor ✓ 2. Bitter Sweet Love ✓ 3. Silent Tears ✓ 4. The Dazzling Beauty ✓ 5. The Entangled Love ✓

𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. ❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚❞ ❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚❞ 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? ✿ 𝙏 𝙍 𝙊 𝙋 𝙀 𝙎 ✿ ᯓʟɪᴇꜱ ᯓʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᯓɢʀᴏᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᯓꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ