•Safa Hayat• Her flounders against the world haven't been known to anyone. Neither do the scars that run deep inside the abyss of her frail soul. She's been hurt. Brutally. Both, physically and mentally. The physical scars, however, fade with time. But what about the emotional ones? Never! They never leave you. The turmoil never leaves you. It stays there, eating away at you, minute by minute, second by second. •Azlan Shehryar• A philanthropist who wants to bring a change to this world and firmly believes in the youth. He runs a school in the small district where she lives. But that's not his only agenda. He has come to destroy her. To avenge someone he loved deeply. So what happens when they both meet? Will he ever revert his plan or the cruelty of this world will once again be inflicted on her? Or would that even be a cruelty in the first place? Maybe she deserves it. Maybe not. To know, join me in their journey. _____________________ Highest rank in spiritual: #1 [Five Times] Highest rank in spirituality: #3 Highest rank in muslimromance: #1 Highest rank in sarcasm: #18 Highest rank in Pakistani: #1 (5th Sept, 2020) Highest rank in Pakistan: #1 (18th June, 2021) Highest rant in desi: #1 Highest rank in ashes: #1 Highest rank in education: #1 (18th July, 2021) _____________________ WARNING: Slightly mature language. Some scenes might be disturbing and triggering. Mature [self-harm & murder] Read at your own risk! DISCLAIMER: This book contains Muslim characters but it's not an accurate depiction of Islam. It's not meant to preach so just take it easy and enjoy the equally fun, humorous, and agonizing ride.

'You didn't answer my question,' he asked, holding her gaze in his hypnotic ones. 'Wh... what question?' She was surprised at her own voice, it sounded like of someone else's. She wanted to ask him--which question, there were so many he had asked her tonight. Each one threatening in their own different ways to her sanity. Brandan smiled mysteriously. Not answering her, he instead said something else, 'Don't keep staring at me like that.' His voice was soft. Suddenly, she found herself in some other world. 'W.. why?' She stammered ridiculously. His lips slightly brushed against her, she closed her eyes in anticipation, under the spell of their lips connecting. Sparking were the electricity all over her skin. ''Cause....' He took a step back from her, leaving her cold and she was too lost to do something about it--like leaping closer to him and getting engulfed in the euphoric warmth once again. ''Cause, you will fall in love with me... ' He paused as growling deeply a set of thunders boomed above the skies. Cold wind made her hair dance around. He finally finished his sentence, 'Again.' Rain poured down upon her heavily as if the entire sky was about to break down over her, She opened her eyes against the cold water to see he had lef alreadyt, leaving her to drown into his words, completely. *** They say love's blind. Maybe that's why Emma loved Brandan despite all odds, more than she loved herself but only to find that it wasn't enough. When time and fate decided to be cruel to the utmost, she found herself broken in all the ways possible. Realizing that love wasn't enough, she picked up her ruined self and found a new beginning at the end. But fate had, apparently, some unexpected plans in store. Against all odds, they were meant to face one another once again. But this time, Brandan was a changed man and so was Emma. While one was burnt from the pain, another was burnt from the guilt. And then...

When everything else was falling apart, Shehryar gave Laila the job as his assistant. Now here they are months later in a very symbiotic and platonic relationship until Shehryar's past comes face to face and he swears to destroy everything from his past. Can Laila stop him before he loses everything, including her?

The human heart is an abyss. Through tunnels, and chambers, the organ beats and the world, in each persons life, continues to churn. With that heart, life is a reality. But, every so often, exceptions have to be made. Every so often a heart breaks, truly breaks, and all the pieces of life and reality become a haze. That heart is beating, but only sustaining. There is only one cure, one remedy- one antidote. That is love. ... There is nothing like the search for the perfect story. For Josephine Taylor, head journalist in a bustling Seattle magazine, where jobs are fought, not won, Aidan Hughes is that story...the story that will combine both truth and intrigue. Plagued by tragedy, the handsome photographer has secluded himself to a remote town, denying anyone who seeks to exploit him. For Josephine, Aidan Hughes is a jackpot of mystery, the perfect subject to propel her career into it's highest form. Like all the others, he intends to send her away. But, when a storm blows in, trapping them in his family estate, concessions will be made... Deep, dark secrets will be revealed... And unwilling hearts will be touched.

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?

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

" What do you mean, doctor?" I asked. My heart dropping, putting piece to piece together. " Yes, Jahangir Ali Khan-" tension was coiling around my pulse. " your wife has a mental condition in which she wants to attempt chances of suicide more than she wants chances to live." Those words had hell breaking loose as I stood up grabbing the doctor by his collar. " Shut your pretty mouth or else I'll have to slit it." I groaned. The doctor panicked. Fear stricken eyes staring at me. " Mr. Jahangir, this is the ultimate truth." The man choked. Choking up my emotions and hopes- altogether. - When Jahan's beloved wife leaves him behind in this world. He loses hope, accepting that life is nothing more but his suffering. But when a certain woman's heart catches his, he isn't ready to move on the path. Little does he know that the woman has lost more hope than he had ever breathed.

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)

Thirteen years ago, she fell in love with him. Because she was young and shy, she didn't dare confess her love. Thirteen years later, she was still in love with him. She loved him so much she tried her hardest to conceal it. The furthest distance on Earth was the distance between them - so close, and yet he didn't realize that she loved him. She stood before him, and yet she didn't dare to let him know that she loved him. But he did. *** OFFICIAL BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME'S ENGLISH VERSION ON Wattpad ☆ MINT(10 TO 9.9) GRADE CHINESE/MANGA NOVEL THIS WILL BE THE SEQUEL TO BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME. If you haven't read the first one, this one will make ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE as this is a continuation of Bringing the Nation's Husband Home.