Soz-e-yaaqin | Love Shots~

Soz-e-yaaqin | Love Shots~

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"ˢⁱᵗᵃᵃʳᵒⁿ ˢᵉ ᵃᵃᵍᵉ ʲᵃʰᵃⁿ ᵃᵘʳ ᵇʰⁱ ʰᵃⁱⁿ, ᵃᵇʰⁱ 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘲 ᵏᵉ ⁱᵐᵗⁱʰᵃᵃⁿ ᵃᵘʳ ᵇʰⁱ ʰᵃⁱⁿ" ✨So Let the romance flow in Air, Don't know if we'll get our equal share?✨ Some shot stories presented by me. Dive in, in the fantasy if love that every girl wishes for, ignore the Chaos around dear, let yourself free. 1. 𝙐𝙣𝙨🌙 (Ongoing) Khalid X Noor 2. 𝘽𝙖-𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙧❤️‍🩹 𝘜𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 Iyaan X Ghazal 3. 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙧𝙖𝙩👀 (𝘜𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨) Yusuf X Aram 4. 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙦🥀 (𝘜𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨) Ahad X Rimas 5. 𝙍𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙩🍁 (already a new book published) Ayaaz X Hazal #1 in Desi family✅ #1 in Short love stories (Newly) ❤️‍🩹💌 #1 in perfectcouples 🤍 #1 in marriageproposal 🤝🏻 #1 in couplegoals 👀
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Mehroomi

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

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