Historias de Urduquotes

This is the compilation of my work that I have posted on insta. I write poetry both in english and in urdu. Also, I like to write quotes. Follow me on insta@vivid_words_by_anum to read my newest content earlier. #poetry #englishpoetry #urdupoetry #quotes #lifechanging #life #world #love #fear #betrayal

Ishq tha ya saza? Mohabbat thi ya junoon? Main sirf pyaar chahti thi... par usne mujhe meri khudai se mila diya. Meher, a girl full of dreams, never believed that love could break a person. Until Reehan came in her life His love was fierce, Wild,Dangerous. He didn't love like normal people-he loved like a man on fire. And she? She burned with him. Between stolen glances and shattered promises, their love became a battlefield of emotions, where silence screamed louder than words.

We all carry wounds that nobody knows about. Sometimes people hurt us with words they think are harmless, but those words stay in our hearts for years. This column shares the quiet pain, the silent sabr, and the healing journey of a heart that feels deeply.

assalam o alaikum I'm a girl from pakistan....i don't have any follower and don't know if anyone would read my thoughts ...but I'm sure my little book will give you a motivation and a new turning points to your darkness... I've been fighting through a depressing face..i faced many many breathing hard conditions...but alhamdullilah i am a proud survival yes...I'm survived...all this happened coz of my Allah❤🔐..He helped me and put me out of my darkened phase...believe me suicidal thoughts were killing me ...and my heart was about to die...it was toughest time of my life...i was facing it from my childhood..but believe me now I've nothing but Allah...I don't have honest relations but Allah...i don't have any frnd but Allah😭❤❤🔐...Yess He carries my heart...He is the one Who took me out and brought me in the land of positivity...He made me to feel blessed...He is mine😭❤..He accepted me when Every one was against..believe me guys He is my soul my heart and my everything...He is my lord my creater and my bestest frnd... m just starting it to give some positive energy to the one who is facing the same conditions like me... if if even get a single reader...I'll continue to write my little thoughts with the help of my influencer my Allah ❤🔐

Description: Mohabbat us se hui, jo kabhi mera tha hi nahi... Yeh kahani hai Hoor ki, jise mohabbat us naam se hui jo sirf kaghazon par uska humsafar tha. Ek aisi kahani jahan rishton ke beech lafzon se zyada khamoshi bolti hai, jahan dil todne wala hi sabse kareeb hota hai. Kya Hoor apni mohabbat ko pa sakegi, ya phir us ke naam se hi mohabbat karti reh jayegi...? Agar aap chahen to main aage ka prologue ya pehla chapter bhi likhne mein madad kar sakta hoon. Batayen?

'One love, one heart, one destiny'

"Main theek hoon." Har roz yeh kehkar jeene wale ladke ki kahani hai yeh... Aariz - ek happy face, ek kind soul... jise sab samajhte hain, lekin koi samajhta nahi. Wo ladka jo har kisi ka sahara bana, lekin jab uska dil toota... koi uske liye nahi tha. Ek aisi duniya jahan ladkon ke emotions ko luxury samjha jaata hai, wahan Aariz apne dard ko diary ke panne banata gaya. Par phir... uski zindagi me aayi Inaaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha - sirf samjha. Yeh kahani hai un keh na paane waale alfaazon ki... Un palon ki jahan kisi ne pehli baar uske jhoot ke peeche ka sach dekha... "Woh Bhi Khaas Hai" ek soulful journey hai ek aise ladke ki, jo kabhi sirf samajhna chahta tha - bina maange, bina explain kiye. *He deserves love too... and this time, he will feel it* #WohBhiKhaasHai #HeDeservesLoveToo #WattpadHindi #EmotionalLoveStory #FathimaWrites

Two hearts. Both shattered. Both searching for peace in a world that only taught them pain. Hayat, a girl raised in the noise of fights, silence of neglect, and betrayal by those she once trusted. When love turns out to be just another lie, she breaks completely - until she finds herself kneeling, not in weakness, but in prayer. She begins a spiritual journey, where every tear becomes a dua, and every breath a step closer to healing. Shaheer, a man shaped by divorce, childhood chaos, and a heartbreak that turned him cold. Love, to him, is a broken promise - one he no longer believes in. Now a successful but emotionally distant businessman, he hides his scars behind arrogance and walls no one can climb. Until fate brings them together. She becomes his assistant - quiet, soft-spoken, but carrying a storm of strength within her. He doesn't believe in love. She no longer needs it to survive. But healing has its own way of working... This is not just a love story. It's about faith, healing, sabr... and two broken souls who never thought they could feel whole again. _________________________________________

Gujrat, Pakistan. A town where legacy doesn't die - it simmers quietly, waiting to rise again. Hasna Chaudhary Sikander was born with a name that once ruled the region. Her grandfather, Chaudhary Maqbool Sikander, wasn't just a minister - he was a legend. Three-time Nazim-e-Aala of the union council, unchallenged for fifteen years. People say the sun didn't rise in the valley without Maqbool's permission. But then he stepped down. Not because he lost. Because he chose silence over politics. And in his silence, a new name began to rise - the Haiders. Now, twenty-one-year-old Hasna lives in the ancestral haveli, walls lined with fading portraits and louder silences. Her family hasn't contested in years. Her father, a quiet businessman. Her uncles, comfortable in the background. But respect - that never left the Sikander name. Especially not in Gujrat. And now... another Chaudhary prepares to rise. Chaudhary Shehryar Haider, son of Haider Sr., is only twenty-four. Young, sharp, and ambitious. He wasn't raised to follow; he was trained to rule. And this year, he's stepping into the ring. Posters with his face are already plastered across poles, rickshaws, and chai dhabas. The air smells like politics - thick and heavy. Everyone expects a Haider vs. nobody election. Until fate flips the board. On a dusky afternoon in the old bazaar, Hasna's path crosses his. She's there for fabric. He's there to shake hands. But one gust of wind - deliberate by the universe - sends her dupatta flying... right onto Shehryar's shoulder. Their eyes lock. Her gaze - proud, unreadable. His - calculating, lingering a second too long. Two Chaudharys. Two legacies that were never meant to mix. But what happens when forgotten power meets rising ambition? He's the storm heading for the ballot. She's the silence that once ruled it all. But some silences... return with thunder.