Ammar Khan wasn't supposed to see her. He didn't mean to see her all those years ago. Yet, he did. Like a moth drawn to flame, Ammar fought against his demons. Resisting the urge, to wish that the beautiful woman he saw five years ago. Would one day be his. Aazeen Shahbaz. A beautiful soft spoken woman, finds her life turned upside down, when her husband dies in a car crash. Heart broken, she travels back to the mesmerizing Valley of Hunza, with her broken dreams and ripped soul. But life has other plans for Aazeen, when an unlikely proposal comes to her. Will Aazeen find it in herself to move forward in life? Will Ammar get the woman of his dreams? Will fate bring the two together? Or separate them? A story of Obsession, Love and Betrayal Follow their journey in ' His Unbroken Ties' © All rights reserved. 2016. Your_Amazyn. Amazing Cover by @Zammurad| The Fiction Awards 2017 Winner * This book is not fully edited. It's a rough copy*

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

Amira was called everything in the book. Fat, ugly, stupid, a worthless nobody. Suddenly she leaves for Turkey with her family for two years, happy to be rid of her bullies. She loses weight, gains a confidence she never knew she had. But then her family moves back to the city where she was bullied. She goes back to school with a new body, confidence, and a little revenge plot. Mazin, her biggest bully, is shocked when he sees her transformation. He was in a bad place when he use to bully her all those years ago and regrets the way he treated her. Doing everything he can to win her trust, he tries his hardest to convince her that he's changed. Amira is hesitant at first, but eventually agrees. She puts her revenge plan in action, befriending her biggest bully. But what starts out as a revenge plan turns into something more. As much as she tries to fight it, she can't help but fall in love with her bully. But what happens when Mazin finds out about her revenge plan? Cover done by @zammurad make sure you give her a follow :)

"Not all Muslims are terrorists." You know how people say never to judge a book by its cover? I shouldn't have done that myself. Growing up with racist parents planted a negative reputation of Muslims in my head. So, I started believing everything they've told me. I thought Muslims were the reason crisis was happening around the world. I thought Islam was an evil religion. But, boy, was I wrong. Everything changed, the day I met the Muslimah next door.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Redemption is about so many people, so many emotions but at the end they all just need one thing; salvation and peace. We all do. right? But its hard when a hindu hurts a muslim and and muslim fights a hindu, things go complicated more than they ought to... Redemption and salvation goes to dust. No chance to forgive. No chance to let go. I wonder When will we all have peace among each other. I wonder when we'll learn to forgive and forget And I wonder when this world will become a happier place to live... I wonder..... .... Shehry said forgiving was easy and I should have let go... But it wasn't my plan. My plan was... revenge and blood. For me letting go wasn't easy. I could never forgive her____ Hussain. .... Disclaimer: I am a person with very low IQ and almost no knowledge about stuff going on around me in this world, so yes, there are going to be blunders throughout the story but I just want to clear that I don't mean to hurt the sentiments of anyone no matter a Muslim or a Hindu or ANYONE, and I MEAN IT. If at any point you feel hurt or disrespected please forgive and forget. Don't be Hussain. Don't plan revenge against me ;) .... Warning: If you are too secular DON'T READ MY STORY. if you are too religious DON'T READ MY STORY. if you hate hindu-muslim talks DON'T EVEN COME NEAR MY STORY. if you like fairy tales PLEASE BACK OFF. if you want a'....and they live happily ever after' DON'T EVEN THINK THAT AM A WRITER AND THIS IS SOME STORY. SHUT DOWN THE WINDOW. AND SLEEP Others can freely enjoy ;) I wonder if even anyone left out there:-p Anyways you people have been WARNED so enjoy on your own risk Hope to have a great time with all of you.

"Don't ever tell me what to do again." He spoke, my wrists pained as his grip on them tightened after every word he let out of his mouth. I closed my eyes, scared of this person before me that wasn't Hussain, it just can't be him. I knew that I would get a bruise on my wrists after this, tears flowed down from my eyes but no word was able to escape from my lips. "Hussain you're hurting me." I mumbled, looking anywhere but him, my words worked on him as his grip loosed, he took some steps back quickly as I looked up in his eyes to see guilt in them. "I'm-I'm so sorry Farah! I didn't mea-" He started but anger rose up in me as I stopped him right there. "Keep your sorry with yourself!" I nearly screamed and stormed out of his house. - 'Never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about' - This is the sequel to 'Sirf Tumharay Liye.' You don't have to read that but I'll advice you to read both cause you'll be able to fully understand Hussain after STL.

"Waise bhi humein unse shaadi karni chahiye jinse hum pyaar karte hain." "Aur agar woh kisi aur se pyaar karte hain toh?" . . . Ranked #1 in Short Story many times (most recently on 17/06/17) © rashkeqalam. All rights reserved.

________ Completed _________ "Stop being a stalker, Hussain" She yelled and left leaving the door wide open "Sneaking in her room, reading her personal dairy, getting her phone number through some resources, following her on Instagram, following her on streets and staring her in school or classes is not what stalkers do______Right?" Unsure of the fact that he is really stalking her he left the class too but not before slamming the door shut. ------- Did you ever stalked anyone and pretend that you aren't in love with them? Not even have a crush. And when you face them you made up a lie or worst made your heart believe that you weren't stalking or having a crush.. I do relate with this story and if you do to... Then I suggest you to read it till end with me.. -Warning: Don't copy my work or I'll sue you up.. (P.S I am angry soul) -Ifra

Nena is a Pakistani American who is going on her way to become a doctor, but when her parents invite special guests to their house from london to plan her arranged marriage her life path changes a lot !!