A beautiful collection of short stories where love always wins.❤️

SAMRA SANYA AKBAR- A dark skinned princess. Born to the King's brother and an Egyptian slave girl brought as a gift to the King. FADAHUNSI ZAEEM SHAH - The King's most able son and warrior. General of the supreme army. All it takes is a naive mistake on Samra's part and a single glance on Fadahunsi's for their story to begin. Read to know more about them. Mature 18 + CONTENT CHAPTER 1 OUT ON JANUARY 1ST. Started on : 01-01-2022 Ended on : 31-01-2022 Word count : 39,990

Previously known as 𝑸𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕 - 𝑪 𝑳 𝑶 𝑺 𝑬 𝑵 𝑬 𝑺 𝑺💓 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑟-𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖 𝑗𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑛, 𝑝𝑟 𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖. 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑉𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑞 𝑘𝑖.... _𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑖 --------------------------------- A collection of short stories, that will take you to a journey of love and passion. >>Qᴜʀʙᴀᴛ (completed- on going translation) >>Fɪᴛᴏᴏʀ. (Complete and translated) >> Tʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ (ongoing) >> Mᴏʜᴀғɪᴢ(coming soon)

𝑺𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉, 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉... _ Anonymous Read the story inside...

Zaryan Saeed & Seherunnisa Afnan Kuch rishte aap ki zindagi me ek thande hawa ke jhonke ki tarah aate hain aur kabhi do pal ka sakoon de kar chale jate hain to kabhi zindagi bhar ka gam de kar ke... __________ "Baba is diary me kya he?" Usne pucha to usne apne chehre ke tassuraat badle bagair jawaab diya. "Kuch adhure khuwaab hain" _______ "Main us time se yahan betha hun aur aap mujhe ignore kar rahi hain that's not fair!" "Bhai aap hain kon mere peeche kyun par gaye hain?!" Woh tang aa kar boli thi. "Astaghfirullah! Ignore kar len magar bhai to mat kahen" ______ "Zindagi bohat dhokebaaz hai ek umeed deti hai phir sab wapis le leti hai." Ek ansu uski ankh se gira tha aur najane kitne uske andar. "Aap akele to nahi hain....." Woh chota sa haath jisne uske mazboot haath ko aaj kamzor parne se rouka tha. ________ Just a little warning: it's an emotional rollercoaster so buckle up!

🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. Alh

Uss ka chehra Asfand ke chehre ke bilkul saamne aagaya aur dono ek doosre ki aankhon mei kho se gaye. Asfand ki shehad rang aankhei Anabia ki gehri bhoori aankhon se mili toh dono keliye jaise waqt thamm sa gaya. Uss ke haath mei maujood laltain ab ek kone mei girri thi jiss se chhat pe halki roshni ho rahi thi. Asfand ne apni ungliyan Anabia ke chehre ke kareeb ahista se kin. Apni ungliyon se uss ke chehre pe maujood dupatte ko uss ne hataya. Uss ki ungliyan apne chehre pe mehsoos karti Anabia ne apni aankhei band kar lin. Dono ke gird khamoshi ki ek leher thi jiss ko Asfand ki sargoshi ne torra. "Yeh neeche chal ke continue karei? Yahan se tumhara veer aa gaya toh hum dono ki jaan le lega." Uss ki baat sun ke Anabia ke gaal laal hone lage. Woh uss pe se hatti aur bhagte hue neeche chali aayi. Uss ke peeche Asfand laltain uthate hue, muskurahat chupaye neeche utra. . . . A tale of love, heartbreaks, families and much more. Join the journey of Asfandiyar Rehman and Anabia Shehzad to know unn ki mohabbat unhe kahan tak pohanchati hai.

Updates on alternative days. 𝖠 𝖡𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ✨ 💗 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. #3 on 17th October #Allah #1on inspired on 15th march 2022 #1 on long distance on 15th march 2022.

اسلام علیکم یہ میرا پہلا ناول ہے احساس محبت... یہ کہانی ایک محبت کی کہانی ہے جس میں محبت کا احساس ہے.. وہ محبت جو ایک اٹل حقیقت ہے.. وہ محبت جس کا ایک بلند مقام ہے.. یہ کہانی ہے مقدر کی آپ کی تقدیر کی اس میں پتا چلے گا جو آپ کے نصیب میں ہے وہ ضرور آپ کو ملے گا کوئی کچھ نہیں کر سکتا اگر فیصلہ آپ کے خدا کی طرف سے لکھا گیا ہو... اور بھی بہت کچھ ہے اس کہانی میں آپ پڑھیں اور اپنی رائے بتائیں...

UNS :a love series Part :1 He was the eldest of 3 sisters She was the youngest of 5 brothers He was responsible She was spoiled He had the weight of the world on his shoulders She was free as a butterfly, His mother was friend with hers Her mother wanted a responsible man for her , A man who valued relationships above all else His mother wanted someone who could make him smile. A girl who could light up his life . Hers was an innocent heart, His had no other purpose but to pump blood , He believed the heart was misleading , She believed that the brain was boring, She had never worried for a single thing , He had everything to worry for, This is the story of Neelum This is the story of Ibrahim , (Starts in march )