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)

As we fall into the pit of darkness, trust me, hold me tight, Hold on to the wisp of hope, let me give you light. ------------------------------------- Fear. Fear defined Abeer Irfan's life. Every night, it engulfed her and she drowned into the endless horrors of her past. Every night, she lost a part of her to the evil. Every night, it got worse and worse to the point of no return. You see, she wasn't alive; she was just breathing. On one special night, she opened a door, a door hidden in the maze of her horrors. It was on that special night, that she met him. He wasn't a knight in shining armor. He wasn't a superhero. He was a light. He was the guy with impossible green eyes. *************************************** "You didn't see anything before. This is what you have seen. This!" My heart is beating frantically hard against my ribs like a bird trying to break out of its cage. Allah... "That is how easy you are to crumble. I'll set you straight, angel. I am done with people like you. I am done with being played with. It's about time you learn a lesson. I am about to make your life hell." The words I am sorry are lodged in my throat, but I don't want to beg him. I am done begging people for mercy. "That's more like it." "You cannot make me feel any worse than I already do," I state what I think all the time. "Challenge accepted." *************************************** {Extended synopsis inside} Highest Rank Spiritual #1 (12th-13th & 18th June 2016) COMPLETED Trigger warning- Contains violence/depressing thoughts/ suic dal ideation ******** Praise for Trust Me: Beautiful. So fluent. Ma Sha Allah ~ @sabagul28 Very interesting start ~ @hayatkhan07 This story is just so good. Flawless plot. You've got magical words~ @pearlOf-desert This is gold~ @booksandhalwa You are a very talented author and your work speaks volume ~ @143maryam

Doctor Layeba Hussain. A renowned neurosurgeon practicing in Lahore after obtaining her degree from United States of America. She is one of those blessed doctors from the hands of whom those on the brink of death come to life again. But will she be able to save the person who was shot thrice in his back. Will she be WILLING to save the nearly-dead person whom she hates with all that she has. The person who threatened to kill her mother, the murderer of her brother. Who also, per chance, happens to be her HUSBAND. Will she save Yazan Ibraheem Khan, the killer of many, the ruination of more? *Impressive rankings: 1st in #urdu on March 23rd' 2021 1st in #muslim on September 25th' 2020 3rd in #khan on September 27th' 2020 2nd in #Lahore on December 10th' 2020 4th in #religious on September 25rd' 2020

The actual poet of the Poetry is, KAHLIL GIBRAN a American artist and poet. 'The prophet' is his best known work and has translated into 25 languages. This poem is considerd as poetic essays .These are the sayings of Mohammed which usually we follow in our life . 'ON CHILDREN' is a selection from 'The Prophet' which offers a critique of the usual expectations of parents regarding their children and urges them to introspect. Here the people are waiting for a ship to arrive .Where prophet Mohammed S.A.W was also waiting with his group of followers. A women who held a baby saw the Prophet and came forward and asked him to speak about children . And here prophet describes how children are related to parents , and how Allah have told to train them and what to expect from them. He also compares parents and children to Bow and Arrows and Allah is the archer who decides the future and bend them to reach their destination . And he says Allah loves both the parents and children equally .There are some responsibilities which parent and children has to follow for each other and Allah expects them to do so . Read the story for more information.