Wali قصص

"Woh sabko hasaati thi... har kisi ki tension door kar deti thi. Par koi ye nahi jaan paaya ki uski muskaan ke peeche kitna dard chhupa tha. Ye kahani hai ek aisi ladki ki... jo sabke liye strong thi, par khud andar se toot chuki thi..."

\\\\This is just a sample of the story. The complete story is published on GOODNOVEL APP.\\\\\ . . . He pulled me inside my office, slammed the door shut and came up to me. I stepped back. He tugged me harshly towards his chest. Before I could think how he knew about my office he smashed his lips to mine. He was devouring my lips like it's his last meal. For a second I was also drowning in the sea of pleasure I was receiving. Then I returned to my senses and pushed him, like tried to push him but he didn't budge. Now he was nuzzling my neck. "A-alim." "SHUT UP, just shut up." I looked into his eyes and it was the first time in my life that I feared him. They were red like the eyes of a pureblood vampire. He looked like he was ready to kill anyone in his wild fury no and he would enjoy it. That anyone was most likely my fiance. He put his forehead over mine. His breath was fanning my face. "I don't want to have that so-called relationship with you, "I said with determination. "Ah, that." He put his hand on his chin like he was thinking hard. "That you will have," he said quite calmly and kissed my forehead.

The Boy Next Country (Wali/Hayat) is a story of an enthusiastic aspiring singer "Wali Ahmed" from India and a passionate aspiring journalist Hayat Khan from Pakistan.