Spark December - Her smile is violet, prettiest to be called. Aresco Fade - His smirk is monochrome, known strange yet marvelous. ........ She's unrealistic He's savage. She escapes from the vows. He discovers messy bliss. She seeks freedom. He chase revenge. She sees the velvet grey moon in his eyes. He sip her lips like a dusky wine. She played the game wholeheartedly. He played with her heart. Will her affection can tie with his tan kindness? The two unconnected dots meet and embrace the unplanned moments in the city of love. It's a little like being in love. #1st in monochrome #1st in cityoflove

Imagination runs wild when thinking about love.

The journey of my love story The boy i admired from afar.

Ibrahim is a son of a wealthy family who lives with his friend. He usually pursues short-term love and do flirting as he meant to do, but when he met Huria, his opinion changed about the life. Will she fall in love or leave him as others did? What fate has written for them? Will she be His? Want to know about more? Read the story and see the twists and turns. Don't forget to vote and coment :)

I was a book. A pale book. People used me for their great tyro. Shared their stories, writing them on my plain sheets. Scrabbled on me to make themselve lean. Painted all their colourful dreams. And when my aught came to the end of the sea. They conceived me as a futile amiss. Juged me with my scribbled leaves. All the delivered goods. All the prepossessing paintings, All the writing happy endings. Everything that made me look beautiful , was ignored. I was a book with beautiful stories , striking paintings, but was abandoned just because of my scribbler state. And, I was no longer considered saturated.

#2nd on What's Hot List (16/5/17). Now this was a big shock. Thank you my beautiful readers....!!! Hoorain Ahmed whose parents are dead. Working as a Head Manager and the right hand of her boss. She was enjoying her life but suddenly she was interrupted by "Miss Ahmed, I would like you to call me as Sir" "Yes Sir' Aariz Aatish her temporary boss. Who was more cold than an ice. He's a very reserved man with few words. Yes, he's very handsome and there are lots of girls drooling over him for his charm. Yet, he never misses a chance to humiliate her. Why?? No one knows.. When everything was going smooth what happens when suddenly a shadow of her past appears in front of her turning everything upside down. Her life has become a riddle and to solve that riddle there are lots of mysteries that has to be unrevealed first. And on top of that there is Aariz Aatish... Cover credit goes to @delicate_psyche

How would you feel if you got rejected by your husband on the first night of your wedding? 'Amara Riyaz' was the one, whose husband rejected her cause he was forced to marry her. What will happen when she get married again? Will fate be little kind with her this time? Find out by reading this story of wistful maiden.

"Call me sir" he demanded. "What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister! "Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his lips brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.