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)

'A political empire, a forbidden love' Hamdan Gillani, the only son of political leader Samreen Gillani, refuses to fall into the dirty world of politics, and instead fights against corruption, even if it's in the form of his own family. His mother will accept all, as long as he has a marriage of a political alliance. So when a forbidden romance between her beloved son and a Gillani family employee is revealed, would Hamdan be able to protect his relationship from the wrath of his mother, or will it become a victim of yet another dangerous game of politics?

"He wanted to marry her, but he's my husband." "She's beautiful, kind, caring, loving, but I wish she wasn't my wife." ***** Tara Hamid was born and bred in an average family: loving, caring, with just the right amount of family drama. She dreams of travelling the world once she graduates from university. Marriage will come later. However, fate has different plans when there's a chance encounter with a long separated childhood best friend of her father. Zain Iftikhar is in love with Sana, the daughter of a casino tycoon. Being the only heiress, Sana has full intention of taking charge of her father's gambling business. Zain may be not be the perfect Muslim, but her love for a haram habit makes their union impossible. He agrees to marry the girl of his parents' choice. An arranged relationship created and strengthened by the powerful bond of Nikah. Watch how the couple learn to accept each other.

'Is age really just a number?' Established author, Rehan Tariq, a thirty-five-years-old single man, is constantly questioned about his marital status. And he always has the same answer for them: "Not now." "If not now, then when?" Even he does not have the answer to that question. But when Anabia Zohaib, a twentysomething bubbly girl, writes a fanfiction on one of his novels, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Will the instant connection result in a happily ever after, or will the age gap create obstacles between them?

Yeh nikkah deal hai yaad rahey! Iss baazi mein koi ek bhi haar gya toh? Game over ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tumhey kia ho gya hai Safoorah? Koi meri Rooh le gya hai! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tum zindagi ko itna seriously kyoun leti ho? Tum nahi letey? Nahi. Zindagi bhi toh humey serious nai leti ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Kyoun karr raha hai apne saath aisa? Kia kr raha hun mein? Yaad nahi aati uski? Nahi ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Ruhaan. Safoorah. Aarish. Zaira. | Four lives: One story | A venture of different cultures, languages, love, friendship, hate, tears, laughters, faith, relations and a deep journey of shaping souls by their own chisels. As Rumi says; Every moment I shape my destiny with the chisel, I'm the carpenter of my own soul. © copyrights belong to Nawaal.

"You visit your friend in my absence only... and only in my absence do your friends come here...why? What are you hiding? What's going on behind my back?" He shouted at me, making me feel scared and angry at the same time. "Nothing is happening behind your back...how can you think so negatively of me?" I shouted at him because by then, I was done with his doubts. "You were studying in a girls school then how and when did you meet that boy?" He asked and I smiled bitterly while wiping my tears. "I haven't seen any uncivilised man like you..." I yelled while crying and turned to go to the bedroom but his voice stopped me. "Yes...and you're taking advantage of my illiteracy and un civilization, you've broken my trust..." °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° In small villages like hers, young marriage was normal. In small villages like hers, arranged marriage to men aged twice as normal. In a small world like hers, love was unknown. Shama was an innocent 15-year-old with the background of a poor and unsettling family, living in a small village. Being from such a family who hardly got a three-time meal, she didn't has a choice but to take away part of the burden on her parent's shoulders and to fall onto another one. They say that some things happen for the betterment of the other. But is that ever going to be true? Shama just wanted to study and fulfil her husband's dream of her becoming a doctor, but she fell into the trap of love at first sight. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• A story revolving around A villager husband, an ambitious wife and a well-educated lover. Three people Three lives Three hearts And millions of dreams! But one heart will be broken for sure. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• No mature content. No Romance only reality! Blurb credits: @Samycrazynerd.

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

"They call him The Storm for a reason. He's Jackson Storm, you should be running in the other direction." I shook my head. "I'm going to catch that arrogant bastard. I'm going to catch 'The Storm'." *** Jackson Storm. If you were to look up that name you wouldn't find anything. At least, not anything incriminating. The police have been after him for years with no luck of ever finding any evidence to put this guy away. He's a professional at what he does, and he's a conman. Jackson Storm can be anybody you want him to be. He can become a person you'd trust your life with, or a person who can make your life a living hell on earth. He's sexy. He's confident. He's charismatic. This is the guy you'd bring home to introduce to your parents. Unfortunately for anyone who's not a friend to him and who just so happens to be filthy rich, he's your worst nightmare. When he gets it in his head to con one of the richest families in the world out of millions of dollars, he's all too eager to get the job done. And he knows his best bet at successfully pulling off the con is the daughter of that family. Crystal Carver is the picture of perfect. Her father's a big hotshot CEO, and her mother is a highly successful movie actress and model, but her parents have darker pasts than she's aware. Crystal herself is a model and portrayed as a real-life Barbie Doll. Always wearing the latest styles, always wearing the most expensive jewelry. She's Daddy's little princess. No one dares to tell this girl no to anything. Unfortunately for her, Jackson sees her as his ticket to stealing millions from her and her family. Charming her won't be a problem, and he's actually looking forward to it. This job would be just like any other he's pulled off except for the added bonus of seducing one of the 'hottest' girls in the world according to all the magazines. But the greatest conman of all makes his biggest mistake... He judged the book by its cover, and he ended up conning the wrong girl...

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

The night. It holds so many meanings, different for everyone. For Ryan Ahmed, it howled. It always made him restless; giving him memories of his cruel past, uncertain future. For Zarah Khan, it shined. It soothed her to no amount, because that was the time when she could remember her Lord and thank him for everything she had. Two personalities, apart from each other in every aspect. What will happen when their destinies collide, leaving both of them stuck?