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Stranded roads (Rewriting) by malihamian20
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She closed her eyes, unshed tears rimmed her eyelashes, tilting her chin up and brought her face up. This was her unwilling consent to prove that she indeed loved him. Realizing little that love demands no proves, only the heart needs to connect. He stepped even closer to her till their limbs connected and her body's warmth soaked into his own. Their heights doing justice to their position, he looked down upon her face, free of any expression. Numb like a stone statue. The only thing that confirmed life in her was her drumming heartbeat and frantic breathing. She reeked of innocence but his stubborn demons couldn't suffice with that kind of revelation. He snaked an arm around her petite waist and reached with another hand to cup her face, pulling her more to himself. Every cell in his body knew it was a sin but compliance of desire can be of greater temptation. He leaned in slowly... Different characters, Different motives, Different stories. Join them as they embark upon the journey of life and find their stranded roads towards love, forgiveness, hope and prosperity.
Abstract Theories by malihamian20
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Highest rank #10 in spiritual "Take me home, please-" She requested him in a broken voice. Haani paused to look in her direction for a moment but she refused to meet his gaze. Nodding more to himself, he understood at once what she meant by home. Walking towards her side of the car he opened the door for her. Without a word she got out and started walking towards the house before Haani could clasp his large hand around her arm to stop her. She abrupty stopped and turned around to face him. Her face as blank as a stone sculpture yet to carve. "It's not safe here." He informed her with genuine concern. "Then where is it safe? With you?" ...... Famous artist Haani Fateen knows that nothing comes for free, you always have to set a bait to catch your fish. So, when he finds the source of inspiration to his art, he sets his game. Sanari Abdul knows one thing, men are enslaved to their desires. So, when she finds herself trapped in his games, she can't escape anymore.
Winged Dreams  by HopesPrayersNSmiles
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She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.
Bowled Over By The Broken by HopesPrayersNSmiles
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No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.