Mohabbat cheez hi aisi hai, Kabhi hoti hai apno se, Kabhi hoti hai sapnon se, Kabhi anjaan raahon se, Kabhi gumnaam naamon se... Why does destiny always let two hearts meet when there is no way for them to be together? Why does love bounds to happen when there is no chance for them to be one? Why does fate always plays it's cruel role when there is slightest hope for two love to meet? Experience what is Mohabbat.. The madness of love between Hawa Jahangir Khan and Hussain Asif. P/S : Been ranked #1 in Romance.

{ 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*

A love story that starts in teen age and lasts forever... "Come back Haadi." I whispered under my lips. I closed my eyes and saw his his reflection on the curtain of my eyes. "Come back before I die." I whispered imagining him. I took that pink scarf which reminds me of him. "Please come back in this pink weather." I whispered looking at the scarf.

~. His soul was dark. She was the light. His talks were rude. She was sweet. His smiles were evil. Her smiles were angelic. He was careless. She was careful. He was the KING. She was an ANGEL. The first meeting was weird. He was blown off by her guts. How can an ordinary girl scold a MAFIA KING in front of this world? For him life and death really didn't matter but one day one life meant everything to him, not his but HERS. ~☆ "No no, please don't. I can't let you go", his voice cracked. She let out a silent sob. "I'm sorry, I have to go", she whispered back, his world and hopes collapsed when the wind took her away. Will she be gone forever? ☆~ IT'S A JOURNEY OF AN ORDINARY GIRL AND A MAFIA BOSS. A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. Stay tuned ♡♡

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

"mom I don't wanna marry him. Not on any condition " She said and left the room. while I was standing here dumbfounded. She just rejected me. She rejected Hussain Asif.... This is the story about Nerd and the cool.. Let's join the journey of their Destiny. Nerd and the cool together..... Note: I am already warning that if you guys want a serious and most rony dhony waali without urdu and punjabi story so back off right here or else ur insulting comments are not acceptable. I'll be directly blocking those readers. Go read English writer's stories. This story has a lot desi stuff in it. I am sorry but I have to do this or else give some respect to the writers... We are doing this hard work only to entertain you guys. Thanks to the lovely readers who supported me and they keep on supporting me... :) You guys are love. Cover credits @Oye_Noor @oyeisha @manolicious @bari67 Thanks to all of you guys :)

"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.

The line separating darkness and light is very thin, no one knows when they will stumble upon the other side. The same thing happened to him long ago, an incident and he was dragged into the other side of the world, but instead of being devoured by the darkness, he swallowed it. Ruling over the demons of the society he was no less of a demon to them, a demon that fell in love with the fairy of light, Noor. Mahnoor, a cheerful young girl who suddenly finds herself imprisoned in a cage created by the most infamous man she knew, Moosa Khan. Who claimed to love her, but how can this fairy of light love back a demon? ________________________________ *Not edited, read on your own risk.* Cover by @AdibahRafhanah

C O M P L E T E D He released a loud sigh, "I have told you so many times. Aa sakta toh zaroor aata." Pata hai kabhi nahi aayeinge aap. Itni door chale gaye hein humein akela chor ke... "Ok listen to me now," Kasim whispered, kneeling in front of me, "main nahi aa sakta par use aane do." He looked behind him and I followed his eyes. Hussain........ **** Hussain Asif, the new boy in town, needs a place to stay. The Qureshi's desperately need a paying guest in order to run their household. The only problem is that they have a daughter who isn't exactly their daughter... Highest rank:: #03 in short story (05/09/2016)

**COMPLETED** Hussain misses his life before fame and is craving for a peaceful holiday away from his hectic schedule. His dream comes true when Waqas and Shehry plan a secret trip for him. This is where Preet enters the picture; a girl who is a true punjabi at heart and a complete mess. Celebrities are nothing but a package full of lies for her and so are dhoombros. she runs away and plans a road trip with her friends before her big day; her wedding. But this trip doesn't turn out as planned for either of them because one can not plan 'love.' After all, it happens when least expected. Who will Preet choose now? The one she loves or the one her grandpa chose for her? Will her family accept a Pakistani-Muslim for her happiness or will religion play above all? Bodies can be captured, but what about soul? #546 romance Follow on Instagram @snowflakes.db for all the latest updates and edits