Zalaan Alamgir & Eyila Sarfaraz Eyila was alone she always had been alone but one day her fate decided to bump her into someone who could hold her hand and make her believe she was not alone anymore but that was not everything that was waiting for her... __________ "Yeh tumhari bhi majboori hai aur meri bhi" "Jaanti hoon is liye nibha rahi hoon" Woh nazre jhukae bethi rahi woh use dekhta raha. "Agar koi aur option hoti to use choose kar leti?" "Option humesha hoti hai insaan ke paas" _____ Tropes: marriage of convenience, single mother, mafia, mystery, "touch her and you're dead", insecure fml and mml that loves everything about her.

Possesive hot men and whipped for their wives type of stories? Don't worry I have got you covered for all the "𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼"✨ . . . Zaviyar x Amal✅ Salar x Mahi✅ Sidthrath x Shehnaz ✅ Faris x Zubab

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

Continuation of the story in @_Nizishaa_ Translation : Beauty of Love A collection of short love stories that will mesmerize your heart and capture your heartbeats with its calmness and tunes as well.

Gujrat, Pakistan. A town where legacy doesn't die - it simmers quietly, waiting to rise again. Hasna Chaudhary Sikander was born with a name that once ruled the region. Her grandfather, Chaudhary Maqbool Sikander, wasn't just a minister - he was a legend. Three-time Nazim-e-Aala of the union council, unchallenged for fifteen years. People say the sun didn't rise in the valley without Maqbool's permission. But then he stepped down. Not because he lost. Because he chose silence over politics. And in his silence, a new name began to rise - the Haiders. Now, twenty-one-year-old Hasna lives in the ancestral haveli, walls lined with fading portraits and louder silences. Her family hasn't contested in years. Her father, a quiet businessman. Her uncles, comfortable in the background. But respect - that never left the Sikander name. Especially not in Gujrat. And now... another Chaudhary prepares to rise. Chaudhary Shehryar Haider, son of Haider Sr., is only twenty-four. Young, sharp, and ambitious. He wasn't raised to follow; he was trained to rule. And this year, he's stepping into the ring. Posters with his face are already plastered across poles, rickshaws, and chai dhabas. The air smells like politics - thick and heavy. Everyone expects a Haider vs. nobody election. Until fate flips the board. On a dusky afternoon in the old bazaar, Hasna's path crosses his. She's there for fabric. He's there to shake hands. But one gust of wind - deliberate by the universe - sends her dupatta flying... right onto Shehryar's shoulder. Their eyes lock. Her gaze - proud, unreadable. His - calculating, lingering a second too long. Two Chaudharys. Two legacies that were never meant to mix. But what happens when forgotten power meets rising ambition? He's the storm heading for the ballot. She's the silence that once ruled it all. But some silences... return with thunder.

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-2 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy "𝐈-𝐈 𝐝𝐨" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest. I kept my gaze steady as the Marriage Officiant slid the nikah papers towards me. As I lowered the pen to sign, my eyes caught a glimpse of the groom's name written boldly: ZAIN IMAD KHAN. No. This can't be true. It can't be him. But there was no time to process this shock. My fingers moved almost on their own, signing the papers before I handed them back through the flower partition that separated me from that cruel monster. I felt a numbness spreading through me as my stalker, now my husband on the other side signed, sealing our fate. And then, a voice cut through the silence like a knife. "𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐉!" My head snapped towards the entrance, and my breath caught in my throat. Who is at the other end of the partition if he is standing here? Before I could understand what was happening, a strong hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I collided against a firm chest, inhaling a scent I had come to know all too well. My heart raced as I realized who it was-Zain Imad Khan, the man who had haunted my thoughts for weeks. Before I could utter a word, he lifted his arm, a gun gleaming in his hand. He said in a dangerous tone. "𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞" Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and the monster at the entrance staggered back, clutching his chest. I stood frozen as he shielded me. The room was filled with shocked gasps, but at that moment, everything else faded away. All I could feel was the warmth of his presence, the protection in his touch, and the realization that when the best was taken away from me, destiny blessed me with the bestest-him.

(UFW sequel#2) (Unwanted series#3) Ask me. What was my fault in all this? Just this I love him without my knowledge. I fell for him when I knew he could torn me apart. Slowly I felt lightheaded and my head hit the floor where my blood was pooled. My eyes were now completely closed and I heard the loud banging on the door like he was trying to break the door. I heard the loud thud and his voice but it was too late because when I heard his screaming voice which was calling my name I gave up on my body. His voice was the last thing which I heard before completely drowning in the darkness. - - - For her, he is beast. Arash, an arrogant, rude, cold, and beast man. He hated the idea of marriage because he hated all the girls except his mother. He never wanted to get married. For him, she is nothing. Mirha, a shy, innocent, cute, and pampered girl of her family. She wanted to fall in love like her parents and brother. She loved the idea of getting married. Two people who are polar of each other. What will they do when they tied in a knot of wedding? A little warning, there are many twists after twists. Started: 26/8/2018. Completed: 3/3/2019.

Adj~ mysterious and entrancing ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face. "Answer the maulvi" his father spoke. "Son" his mother pestered from his side. His eyes landed on Hiba's expectant ones. She looked from across the veil questioning his delay. He shook his head as he placed the tip of the pen on the paper, a single stroke formed on the paper but that very moment a frantic Ayan ran in the room. "Turn on the tv right now" he yelled making Hamza to oblige right away. "There had been an accident on the motorway car LEB-780 has been hit by a troller on its way out of the city, the hit has caused an explosion rendering the passengers severely injured and are critical condition-" "That's- that's the car maula bakhsh took to drop-" His ears numbed as the pen dropped on the floor, his heart stopped, his eyes stuck on the TV screen. "Bhai!" He ran out of the house and got in his car, the engine roared and soon he was on the road. ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ ~| Slow paced book |~ I hope you enjoy 😘 love hafsa_tahir

BOOK 1 : From the outside, Ahmed Khan was the perfect son-educated, refined, quiet, and deeply respectful of his elders. At 30, he returned to Pakistan after years in the UK, settling back into a peaceful life in Islamabad. But what no one knew was that under the surface of quiet prayer and humble smiles, Ahmed was the head of an underground mafia empire-one that ran in shadows, blood, and disloyalty. His father knew. His mother pretended not to. But the rest of the world, including Mahaam, had no clue. Mahaam was 19, a quiet storm in her own right. Intelligent, dignified, and deeply rooted in her faith, she had dreams of becoming an Artist. Her father, fearing the loneliness eating at her since her mother's death, accepted a proposal from the Khan family. It was a traditional arrangement-two families sealing their bond with marriage. She wasn't in love. Neither was Ahmed. But both respected their families, so they agreed. Until one night. That night changed everything. She started falling for him. Not for the mafia boss. Not for the monster. But for the man behind it-the one who quietly protected her, never touched her without permission, always made sure her favorite chai was stocked. He tried to keep her away from his world. He went to war. And Mahaam? She didn't run. Because by then, she'd stopped fearing him. And started standing beside him.

Living in a conservative and strict middle class family, of Siddique's, AMYRAH SIDDIQUE has to struggle a lot for the bare minimum as being the middle child of the family. Being at a young age, she lacked the care, love and importance which are the basic elements every child deserves. Being bullied by her own siblings to get compared to them constantly, she has been struggling to just be seen by the one she loves and calls as her family. She knew how to love someone but never knew being loved and cared for. Following her dream and getting a seat in her dream college, she has worked a lot. But one incident and one meeting with him would be a destruction of her or take her to a journey of love which she never knew was waiting for her. MIR AABAN SHAH, son of a reputed businessman. All his life the only thing he knew was being the centre of attention. Being the only child of the couple, he has a lot of perks. He was never been denied by any one and was the one who would recieve abundance of love, care and importance by his family and loved ones. He was not only born with a golden spoon, but was even blessed by the looks. His presence itself would yell POWER AND DANGER. He never thought one ordinary day he would meet an extraordinary girl, who has the ability to tame not only his brain but also his heart. Is she just an attraction? Did he got infatuated of her or is it something deeper, something riskier and something undeniable and indescribable? Will he be able to give her the love she deserves or would he hurt her so deep that it doesn't have any cure to heal?