Short stories collection where love and characters lives....
join various couples and families in their journey called life... where they will learn how to live,how to love, how to fight for love and with love, and how to surpass each hurdle to reac...
Hazrein Nazerin... Dekhti ankhoo aur parhne walo ko Mera Salaam...
How are you all? I miss you all so much.
This is your gift on my birthday so enjoy and wait patiently for ahl-e-dil too. We will start that soon.
I hope and wish you all enjoy this. I don't know what else to say so let's start this.
Keep supporting and loving ❤️
Enjoy the update.
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
دل میں درد، رات میں تنہائی ہے صدیوں کی خاموشی ہاتھ میرے آئی ہے شامیں بوجھل، صبح مدھم سی یہ کس نے غم کی چادر مجھ پہ چڑھائی ہے
Dil main dard, Raat main tanhai ha Sadiyon ki khamoshi haath mere ayi ha Shaamein bojhal, Subha madham si Yeh kisneghaam ki Chadar mujhpecharhai ha
(Written by me)
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
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The apartment building looks mesmerizing as it reflects the beauty of nature through the full-floor windows throughout the structure.
Hide and seek of clouds, giggling of winds and the humming created by the pitter patter on the window pane was nothing less than a beautiful canvas.
The raindrops roll down the window pane as it chaotically hits the screen, and the blurriness by the lines of cascading water creates an exceptional scene that is ingrained into the minds of its spectators as it gets captured through the eyes.
These peaceful moments give relief to some people as everyone relaxes and unwinds with a warm cup of coffee or any beverage, indulges themselves in slow music, and enjoys nature to the fullest.
The pleasing and satisfying sounds and the darkness that followed with, it was out of the world as it blocked all the voices out. But one person sighed as he moved around his room with a phone pressed against his ear.
He reeked a hand through his hair later he pinched the bridge of his nose and try to be respectful and polite with the woman who was scolding and pleading with him for one hour.
"Mama I am sorry... But I can't make it to the wedding... I will personally apologize to Umer and Baba... I will try to come back soon... I have to go now... Talk to you later... Love you... Allah Hafiz,"
Words rushed when he proceeded to end the call as soon as possible with less chance of retaliation from the other side. Even the words 'love you' that was supposed to mean something felt void and monotony because it was not spoken out of heart and love but just duty and respect.
