Lahore Stories

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

Zoya Rizvi- your average criminal lawyer, gets her first NAB case, struggling and finding ways on how to fight it. Arhaan Malik- a business man, involved in a high criminal case of corruption with a politician. Both fight against each other, only to end up with each other.

''You are the drug I was craving for'', his husky voice echoed the room. I stumbled backwards, with heart racing at a devastating speed and my chest pounding out of fear-his fear. He inched closer, close enough that I could breathe his air, a mixture of alcohol and smoke. Recklessly, his tough hand reached for my neck, his eyes droopy with lust. ''S..stop, please'', I managed to choke out with tears welling up in my eyes, only to be pushed further against the wall, he laughed at my tears, priding his dominance, and with yet another harsh move, he took away what was my life. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Surely the combo of drugs & weapon is lethal. *WARNING* The story contains following topics so read at your own risk. # Crime scenes # Foul language # Drug abuse # Mental torture # Steamy R-rated content

☆ In a city that never sleeps, Ifrah watches Lahore from her rooftop, feeling like a stranger in her own life. But somewhere in the night-between the echo of a guitar and the roar of a heavy bike-she isn't the only one awake.

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