Pakistani Stories

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. I gave birth to them. I do not care about views or attention, but I do care deeply about my babies. So please think twice before commenting just to spread negativity. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to become your biggest ill wisher. Consider this your warning. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. Zarrar's quiet and precise-surgeon hands, feelings kept in small, tidy drawers. He shows up: checks BP without being asked, doesn't do big speeches; he does refills and follow-through. Hana-bright, stubborn, and armed with wedding rituals- a full on desi glow,talks before she thinks, -moves through rooms like she owns the air in them Electricity, sarcasm, and two very different ideas of "marriage" share the life. dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

In a dynasty built on sons and legacy, Mirha Asfandyar Malik was born in silence-and sent away. Raised far from the Malik household, she grows up loved, whole, and untouched by the expectations of a name that once rejected her. When fate draws her back at fifteen, she returns not with questions or claims, but with a quiet grace that unsettles the family more than anger ever could. In a house full of men and memories, her presence becomes a reminder of what was lost-and what was acknowledged too late. She was never denied love. Only claimed slowly. This story is only experimental on this username

✨️Mah-e-Noor: Between Love and Loneliness✨️ She was once the princess of the Malik family-spoilt, rebellious, and fearless. Hemayal Mah-e-Noor Malik grew up in a world where limits didn't exist, where tantrums were forgiven, and mistakes were hidden. But one argument, one careless decision, and everything she knew shattered. At fifteen, she was sent away to boarding school, abandoned by the family she loved, misunderstood by the people who mattered most. Now, four years later, Hemayal is called back home. Her grandmother misses her. Her siblings fear she hasn't changed. The cousins whisper, and the house that once adored her waits for the chaos she once brought. But Hemayal is not the same girl who left. The years away have taught her lessons she never wanted to learn. The girl who once demanded the world has almost lost herself-and now she must face the family she left behind. Will they see the change in her, or will the past always define her? A story of mistakes, loss, and the painful journey of growing up... of becoming someone you never thought you could.

Siddharth Sikander, the elder son of Suleman Sikander, dreams of following his father's footsteps and becoming the next Gaddi nasheen. Busy with politics, love and marriage have no place in his life. But his mother, Rumaisa Sikander, has other plans. When she reconnects with her husband's sister after years, she also meets her daughter, Haya Sultan. ✨ Will Siddharth marry his phuppo ki beti?

This story is of annie x fakhir but with different storyline but same character relations

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"From arranged beginnings to forever love-a journey of soft chaos, whispered confessions, and a home built on laughter."

They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.

Haleemah Imrans dado (grandfather) was knocking on deaths door his final request for her was to meet a risha he had planned years ago. Abdul Rahman Qamar was the head surgeon of London hospital he had made it in life alhamdulillah but a piece was missing, half his deen. Will qadr be in their favour?

He says he hates her. Every word sharp, every glance cold like there's nothing left between them but distance and disdain. But then the moment comes. Danger. Fear. And suddenly, the same man who "can't stand her" is the one who steps in without hesitation. He fights. He protects. He doesn't just save her, he makes sure her attacker faces justice. So what do we believe? The words... or the instinct? Because hate doesn't run toward danger. Hate doesn't risk everything. Hate doesn't protect. Maybe what he calls hate... is something deeper. Something louder than pride, stronger than denial. Because when it truly mattered, his actions told the truth his words never could.

"...they lived happily ever after" or "there was happiness. and they did live after.." a deeper glimpse of sithara & arsalan's married life

♡a novel of arranged marriage♡ Met by accident... Destined by love Ahad Mir, a billionaire and the well-known CEO of Ahad Industry The night owl biker, who has always done what felt right to him.... Hayat Ali, student, a reader with introvert personality, is shy yet bold and strong Not knowing what and how her destiny had written things for her, she's on her way to discover more of life.... "Fallen by Accident" is a novel about a "bikerXreader" since this combination is on fire everywhere right now, so why not write about it too. • the story will be totally desi, no smut and based on Pakistan and its culture • the book will have author POV, his and her POV too... it will be my first ever story here, and I'll try my best to exceed the expectations of my beautiful readers My readers are called as, "sparkles" Hope you enjoy Instagram: mia._writez

Fatima is crushing so much over Ali since her 3rd semester that it's not a crush anymore. She's in love with him. Ali doesn't know about this crush but has noticed Fatima staring at him time to time. A certain twist in there story happens and brings them both together. 🎀 Read ahead to find out 🎀 Author's Note: Hi lovely people. I have a really good story written in my notes app. And I'll publish it here. It's a mixture of different emotions. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please add it your library and wait for the updates. While i sort my notes and add the story here in sequence. Muah 💋

She was the girl they once sent away. Now she is the one they cannot let go. Mirha Asfandyar Malik lives in a house that is no longer just a home. It is a dynasty. A legacy. A village of people who would burn the world before letting anything touch their Noor. But even the strongest families cannot stop time. And one question slowly begins to echo through the Malik house- What happens when it is time for Mirha's marriage? Because loving her was easy. Letting her go? That is something none of them are ready for. And somewhere between wedding chaos, family politics, and 25 overprotective Malik men... A man walks into her life. Calm. Unbothered. Unafraid. The only problem? He is not just facing Mirha. He is facing Malik Village. --- > Pray for the man who will ask for Mirha Asfandyar Malik's hand... because before reaching her- he must survive Malik Village first.

When the fire meets with already reduced to ashes, will they run from the world together, or will they run from each other? Destiny may either bring them together or pull them apart to the point where they are willing to kill each other if they their faces again. What will happen...? Tropes- Grumpy x Sassy Single father Secret Agent x Racer Forced proximity Fake dating Age gap

(UFW sequel#2) (Unwanted series#3) Ask me. What was my fault in all this? Just this I love him without my knowledge. I fell for him when I knew he could torn me apart. Slowly I felt lightheaded and my head hit the floor where my blood was pooled. My eyes were now completely closed and I heard the loud banging on the door like he was trying to break the door. I heard the loud thud and his voice but it was too late because when I heard his screaming voice which was calling my name I gave up on my body. His voice was the last thing which I heard before completely drowning in the darkness. - - - For her, he is beast. Arash, an arrogant, rude, cold, and beast man. He hated the idea of marriage because he hated all the girls except his mother. He never wanted to get married. For him, she is nothing. Mirha, a shy, innocent, cute, and pampered girl of her family. She wanted to fall in love like her parents and brother. She loved the idea of getting married. Two people who are polar of each other. What will they do when they tied in a knot of wedding? A little warning, there are many twists after twists. Started: 26/8/2018. Completed: 3/3/2019.

Hii I'm writer lismm and I'm an Indian writer plus I'm hindu

"Miyan-e Do Dil" - Between the two hearts. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, Raziya finds herself under the care of her maternal uncle, Jamshed. In a bid to secure her future, Jamshed makes a life-altering decision: Raziya will marry his son, Burhaan. Obedient to his father's wishes, Burhaan agrees, but on their wedding night, his harsh words shatter her hopes for a new beginning. "You're not my ideal girl, and I won't accept this relationship. Don't expect anything from me," he declares in anger, unaware of the walls his words would build between them.

He stopped believing when love took everything from him. She never stopped believing, even when the world tried to erase her. Alexander Knight is a man carved by loss and control. At thirty-two, he owns a global empire, commands boardrooms, and lives by one rule: never need, never love, never trust. Faith abandoned him the night his mother died, and desire he believes destroys everything it touches. Ayzal Khan walks into his world quietly. At twenty-one, veiled and unwavering, she carries her belief with dignity in a world that judges before it listens. After years of being dismissed for her faith, she joins A.K. Holdings not knowing the man at its head or the walls he has built to survive. Their paths cross not through romance, but restraint. Through unspoken tension, professional boundaries, whispered rumors, and silences heavier than words. As Alexander begins to question everything he once rejected, and Ayzal learns that faith sometimes demands patience over answers, both are forced to face the parts of themselves they buried long ago. But healing comes at a cost. Families interfere. Rumors spread. Distance is imposed. And when duty pulls them apart, longing reveals truths neither was prepared to admit. This is not a story of forbidden desire. It is a story of reverence. Of slow-burning faith. Of a man who must learn to bow before he learns to love. A deeply emotional Islamic romance about grief, redemption, and the courage it takes to believe again.