"I will not go against my parents for a person who abandoned his morals and humanity for power." Her voice may come out monotonous but her body is badly shivering from fear. He never came this close to her. "You were mine and you will always be mine Kanwal.....Do whatever they say until I get my hands on you." He whispers before leaving her sleeve and disappearing into the darkness. _____________________________________ He lost everything as the cost he has to pay for the cause he chooses to serve but he cannot let go of one thing. His love and he will use whatever in his power to get what he desires. Smart, cunning, brave and strong-willed. He is the brain of Black Eagles. He is Ahad Murtaza.

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

Welcome to Wattpad-South Asia's newest project, "A Whole New World: A Desi Disney Anthology". Be ready to be transported to a world of fantasy, magic & dreams, as six popular South Asian authors retell a rendition of their favourite Disney movie, but with a desi twist. Six Disney based desi short stories! Cover by the amazingly talented: @zeynepshah ❤️

Doubt unwinds how humans can create personas to fit into society and forget to love themselves. The story moves around two people and the choices they question, which were made for them. Best friends stuck with insecurities, but will stand by each other in any circumstances. One has mother issues, whereas the other only has a mother to live for. Not your regular north and south, but definitely not your ice-cream and waffle. One will crack jokes at the most random of times, and the other will not even laugh, but both are suckers for biryani. One might suck at Urdu, and the other only freaks out in it, but both care about one person. One is born in Pakistan, and the other is born in America, but both are Pakistani. One is over-excited, and the other is calm as the wind, but both are socially damaged. One is a creative bird, and the other is the virtual freak, but both hate biology. One is head over heels for Pakistani music, and the other doesn't even understand half the lyrics, but both love Sajjad Ali. One is naïve, whereas the other is silly, but both are mature at the right moment. One reads the ingredients of everything while the other makes his own, but, again, both are Halal oddities in a Haram world. She was Ezzah Mahir, and this her journal. Now available on Amazon and in Pakistan.

Harram Obaid and Zaviyar Ali have always been two known strangers. Not because they don't know each other. Because it is easy this way. His life isn't easy and hers has always been a mess of complications. But the turn of events bring them to a point where they come face to face with the face of the truth they've never acknowledge before. It's not easy. But it is worth it. Realities are unleashed and beliefs are shaken. And now is the time to know if the losing sound of echoes is the sign of letting go forever or fading away just to come back again.

This was not supposed to happen, they were not supposed to meet. An angry young Pashtun with his ego problems was not supposed to fall for the Americanized version of a Pakistani Muhajir, hack life was not decided for love, not for him at least. He was hard headed than why his gray orbs sudden soften for the brown ones. He had decided that he will marry the first girl that came in front of him to prove a point to his theoretically former tribal bride and in laws. But it took a highway route when he saw a certain, lost girl at the Jinnah Airport. A girl in white cotton floor length dress with a brown leather jacket with a pair of converse munching on a packet of lays masala, sitting on her own trolley, flipping her head here and there as her scarf moved with her without even for once being displaced from its original position. Was he ready to marry a girl that he does not know let alone liked by first sight when he knew in his family approval comes from the elders where there is no choice left for them, the broods? He might be an introvert and an honor preserving chap but he was clear when it came to what he wants and needs. He never confused his feelings with his duties as the head of his family or as the impending head of the chief of his tribe, to be the next Emir of Gorgush. Olasyar Khan, was in that state of mind but then why did his heart feel that pine? He was ready to make everything turn according to his desires, the Pashtun in him was not ready to back down and let others lead his life for him. Allah showed him the way, so he will move all the rocks and stones in his path even if he must pick them up by his bare hands. As the tag on the bag read the name, he uttered the last words and left, "Zareen Wadi, be ready to be Zareen Khan." Their fates were already amalgamated, they just had to find their way to each other. The following book does not represent or attack a certain race or cast. Spiritual #33 (4/20)

#16 in Spiritual (12/3/17) Her heart was silently twisted and scarred, Her tongue was tied and lips were sealed, Her eyes forecasted and silence spoke volumes, She hid her pain whilst saving others, Letting him carve her skin, Till the last drop of blood oozed out of her flesh. She wore those scars with a hollow smile, Until her knight came with a mirthful grin, He had no shining armour or a sword; Just a heart of pure gold, He picked her up and showed her the way; To the path which led to colors. She walked on a lane bloomed with flowers, But now she knew to look for the thorns, She healed other from the wounds she had, She was Scarred to be mend, She was pushed to be held. Disclaimer: No part of this book is in anyway associated with real life character or events. The story may contain Muslim characters but they are NOT the real image of the religion. Warning: This story contains slightly mature content and violence. Cover Credit: ItsFirstMalaika

Meet Shah Brothers... Muhammad Zulqarnain Shah, 27 years old, handsome, humble and one of the best actors known today. He is from those people who have luck on their side. Whatever they do, they get successful. Ahmar Shah, the little brother of Zulqarnain. 17 years old, student, arrogant and a troublesome teenager. Both brothers are the total opposite of each other, except their over protectiveness, possessiveness for one person, Hira... Now meet Hira, 26 years old an independent girl. Always cheerful despite all the hardships in her life. She lives her life in her own way, without depending on anyone. But what happened when Hira cross paths with Shah brothers and she found herself stuck between a handsome and sweet possessive big brother and an arrogant little brother. #78 in General Fiction (28-9-2016) Cover by @AdibahRafhanah

Book#2 in the Fairytale series 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔘𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡𝔩𝔶...... Lilah is the baby of the family. Her life is a struggle, and the world does not make it easy on her. Lilah's way of escape? Convincing her parents to let her live in Rome and work on her career as an artist. Taimoor has grown up in a house full of love. However, with time his sense of morals has been corrupted. Now his face carries a stone cold look and burning glare in his eyes. What happens when the two bump into each other at an art show near the Vatican? A Beauty & the Beast retelling Mature 18+ Content Proceed at own risk ©️ qanootshahid14 Started on - 24/11/2021 Ended on - 19/03/2022