Yusra and Amber

Assalamu Alaikum, dear readers!
          
          Now this account is handled by two authors me and my bestie Yusra 
          
          welcome her 
          I will appreciate that 
          thank you 
          and 
          Eid Mubarak to my lovely readers

Asslam o alikum guys, hope you are all ok.
          I wish you could give my books a chance as well, I hope you like them and somehow you can get back to my profile. To tell the truth, I didn't know that you could also post a message on other people's account, so I apologize to this account that I'm posting a message without permission.
           
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/349816476?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=zainabnadeem2005&wp_originator=0LxatqfqvIE%2BedBZHLJHpaIO9enHmfrLQO0ojh8GdU1ygfGTe8lmqCog4oBnGFbYrQ3kCos%2BJU3lgUJznxSXD3CD6cgxkTTDGNLiUTk4TNUiSlWvAdaBqKtixlxKaTgA
          
          It's a tragic story that contains love, hate, joy, sacrifices, and many other emotions. I really hope you like it or at least the story can convince you. Being new I need votes comments and encouragement to keep writing.
          THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS MESSAGE AND FOR GIVING IT A FEW MINUTE OF ATTENTION. 
          Jazak Allah and lastly, I kindly ask you to see my account thank you very much again. ❤️

Hey.. apologies in advance.. just slipped in to leave a link to Arrange Marriage that was previously signed contract between Viransh and Ghazal without their knowledge 
          
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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Asalm alikum the first chapter of ishq e sehra published go and check it don't forget to comment and hit the like button
          
          
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          Asalam Alikum my lovely readers I know you must hate me for sure to take a lifetime giving a story but I can't help it I write daily but the point is the story can't be the business at least for me I wrote with all my heart and emotions and try my best make it everything beautiful 
          
          
          
          
          so that's why I decided to have a big break from posting stories, at the meantime I write daily and improve my quality of work plus the quality of content that's why I make you wait so long 
          
          Now you will get daily or weekly stories part without worry because I write everything in advance hope you will not disappointed 
          
          Move to story 
          
          Ishq e Zehra (Desert of love) is a most unique storyline with many different small stories revolving around one joint family it is novel but the twist is you will get different 6 to 7 stories of couples in one novel and for the first time I try romcom with lots of drama fun romance and of course intensity 
          
          Isn't great 
          guess what ??
          
          the first couple story which already crosses 30k words  and trust me I didn't write anything yet then why should we call it a short story 
          
          Anyways that's your story you need to decide what you have to call it 
          
          I write it with my heart and soul even though I work on my grammar vocabulary writing style as if I write for some paid novel but I want your support and love even if you find my mistakes anything just let me know I will appreciate you 
          
          But in a good criticism
          
          Bol par Zara Pyar see 
          
          I really wanna thank one person without her this story can't be possible even any story can't be possible without her yusra_noman she's my official editor writer partner critic without discus plot with her I can't write yeah I'm depending on her and I'm proud of it 
          
          
          Hope you will like this story 
          
          Till then Allah hafiz
          Love u all 
          
          

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a small token of kindness [25th june 2022] 
          
          maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
          past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles. 
          daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters. 
          murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
          what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother. 
          build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky. 
          fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives. 
          
          as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert. 
          hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain. 
          winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young. 
          petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt. 
          how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving. 
          words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues. 
          how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
          they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (09th june 2022) 
          
          mourning shades, earth a rustic moon; candle soldiers, sunset roars. glass of wind, a sea that chimes; struggling lungs, alveoli of pride. circles sacred, birds and barks; persistent melodies, life a screaming scar. half of ourselves, half of earth; skeptical rules and societal lusts. 
          
          summer lightning and thunderous rainbows, yesterday's reflection in today's waters. blooming trains and grieving whistles; gravity a fork, humans fixated. ripening fruit like a sturdy kettle, boiling season as a cloudless friend. 
          
          birds of the night, mediterranean lungs; lace of glory, air a crochet undone. toes of rhythm, seventh sense; sweetness of earth's roots, pears engraved as tendrils in veins. brightness of fog, of a breath fuzzy; life in the woman's womb, a universe- like history. life blurry, a home of shadows; night, death and the womb, bringers of awakeness. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          (do not fear the dark; we came from it, we came from wombs)