✨☾🌙☽✨ "I will not go back with you." Her voice wavered between rage and pure despair. "I will go back to my life. My house. Mohsin" ✨☾🌙☽✨ "There is no place in this world," he sneered, "no depth, no height, no abyss where you can run. The ocean will not swallow you. The deserts will not hide you. The mountains will whisper your name, and the winds will carry it back to me. I have told you before, in the end, it will always be us." "You and I, for as long as time dares to exist. You and I, until the stars burn out. In this life, in the next, in the one beyond heaven and earth-you will still be mine." ✨☾🌙☽✨ Heroes always win, securing their happy endings. Villains always lose, doomed to an unhappy fate. But what if you're both the hero and the villain of your own story? What kind of ending would you deserve then? Read to find out how in his obsession for Shafaq, Justin becomes the villain of his own story. She is his entire world, and he doesn't care for anyone else-not his family, not hers. If caring for her family brings her closer to him, he will be the most devoted guardian, bending over backwards to win their favour. But the moment he senses even the faintest threat that they might stand between him and Shafaq, his devotion turns into ruthlessness. Justin will stop at nothing to keep her by his side, even if it means burning bridges, breaking bonds, or tearing the world apart. Shafaq has to be his or no one's..... #Ambassadors pick in Humour for Month of March 2025

"Tumhe wahaan le aon gi, ke hasna tw dour, tum muskurana bhool jao gay." ~Anmol . Yeh kahani mohobat ki hai, izhar kiye baghair ki hoi mohobat ki kahani. . . Join Anmol Mustafa, in her love/hate story.

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

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*

#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.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018