Mehram. ู…ุญุฑู…

By Liyashir

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Collection of some beautiful Muslim love story. 1- muntazir. (Completed) Story about Zehreen and Saddam. 2... More

Stories
Muntazir ๐Ÿ’™
Character Aesthetic
๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
Epilogue
Moutjza- Character ๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก
Epilogue
Takabbur ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
epilogue
Raabta ๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
Zarf
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โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ
epilogue
Paasbaan ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ
Epilogue
Epilogue 2
Musarrat ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ๐ŸคŽ
Note
Talab ๐ŸŒ—
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๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—
๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—
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๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—
๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ—
Epilogue
Posheeda โšซ๏ธ
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๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š

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By Liyashir

It's been 11 years he went to London. He had created his own company, which he handled from London. Although he visited his family and her family too. But had never seen her because 1st- she used to be in school 2nd- she is shy of him.

She have one best friend with whom she shared her feelings. Taiba saleem, who is umaira's bff use to support her very much. They both are very close to each other.

When once, in a flow umaira confessed her feelings about her husband making taiba tease her. But after few days, she underdtood her feelings.

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"Umaira, baccha ye biryani madeeha ke yaha de aao. Aur ha, bowl me gulab jamun or ras malai bhi hai. Wo bhi le jana" gauhar called out to her daughter.

"Kya ammi, aap bhi. Bas mujhe hi bhejti rehti hai. Aur koi nahi milta aapko" said umaira who faked cry.

"Bas bas, mujhe pata hai tujhe kitna accha lagta hai waha jana. Chal chup chap jaa or dekar aa ye" scolded her mother and slapped her back making her hurry.

"Mehndi lagaake aayi
Haai
Bindiya sajaake aayi
Oye hoye hoye hoye
Mehndi lagaake aayi
Bindiya sajaake aayi
Choodi khankaake aayi
Paayal chhankaake aayi
Ho ab geet milan ke gaana hai
Gaana hai gaana hai

Mujhe saajan ke ghar jaana hai
Mujhe saajan ke ghar jaana hai" sang her chachi who was at the door of kitchen.

Umaira had started wearing bangles because of her love for it, making her sister like chachi aneesa tease her.

"Chachi...wo...abhi tak nahi aaye hai" she whined but whispered the last part to herself.

"Baccha aajayega...itna bhi kya jaldi hai" aneesa said making her eyes go wide. Meaning, she heard her.

Umaira ran out taking biryani and sweets with her. Actually, her parents had confirmed her brother saqib's alliance with Rahat. They both liked each other and talked about it to their parents. So it was normal for them to share something when soemone cooked something special.

As ramzan is starting from tomorrow, so gauhar had decided to cook biryani today with some sweet.

"Bacche ye bohot aacha kiya tumne" amreen said coming into the kitchen making DIL's worried.

"Ammi aap kyu aayi, hume bula leti. Khamakha aap pareshan hogyi" aneesa said holding her hand. Amreen smiled seeing her daughter's caring for her.

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"Assalamualaikum ammi, Assalamualaikum bhabhi" Umaira said loudly catching their attention.

"Walaikumassalam baccha. Aao baitho. Bilkul sahi waqt pe aayi ho" madeeha said while rahat made a face seeing umaira. She never liked this girl. Always spoilt. While her childhood was rough. Though her parents were loving but still, a jealous girl will always find a way to compare herself and degrade others.

"Kya hua ammi. Kuch khaas baat."she asked sitting beside her MIL.

"Ha dekho na. Hum keh rahe ke ye red lahenga choose kare. Or ise cream colour chahiye" aneesa said coming with fruits.

"Koi baat nahi chachi. Mai samjhati hu. Dekhe rahat bhabhi, aap pe na sachme red suit karta hai. Aur wo to aapka nikah ka din hoga. To aapko to aur accha dikhna chahiye. Haina?" She said excited like a child.

"Tumhe kya pata mere taste ke baare me Umaira. Tum abhi choti hi ho. To rehne do tum." Rahat rudely said and went away, while umaria shrugged her shoulder.

But madeeha had noticed her behaviour. She is either talking to her rudely or not even talking to her. Making her concerned for her.

"Are, mai to bhul hi gayi. Ye le, ammi ne biryani bheji hai. Aur saath me Rasmalayi or gulab jamun bhi." She said hitting her forehead for such a silly mistake.

"Koyi baat nahi bacche. But ye kis khushi me. Kuch khaas bast hai kya" she asked keeping the bowls aside.

"Are nahi. Wo kal se ramzan shuru hone wale haina to isliye" she said nodding her head like a child.

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All the zaidi's were at their terrace to site the chand.

Umaira saw it first and shouted.

"Mil gaya. Wo dekhe" she pointed and recited the dua. While all the others too recited and congratulated each other.

"Mubarak ho ammi, ramzan mubarak abbu. Ramzan mubarak bhai's" she said hugging all.

"Ramzan mubarak bacche. Chalo, ab neeche sehri ki taiyaari bhi karni hai" both gauhar and alishba went down while others stayed a bit.

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"Umi, beta uth jao. Bohot late ho raha haina. Chalo shabash beta. Roza rakhna hai, nahi to sehri ka waqt khatam ho jayega" gauhar came to wake her daughter up. Who sat there groggily looking at her mother and then at the clock. She saw the time.

"Ammi, itna late" she shouted and ran towards washroom.

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She came down running, because she was running late.

"Aaye haaye, itni jaldi kaise aagayi bandariya." Sharib said eyeing her up and down.

"Tu to chup hi reh bandar kahi ka" she slapped his head and sat to her chair, saying her salam to elders.

"Bacche, aaram se khao. Time hai abhi. Wo sharib ne tumhari ghadi ka time badal diya tha" her father making her eyes go wide.

She looked towards him, who was already looking at her with his eyes wide open.

*now he is gone* he thought and tried to get up. When she stood up and ran after him.

"Tu ruk ja, sharib ke bacche..tujhe to mai" she said with her chappal in her hand.

"Are...behen, mere bacche to hone de. Usse pehle to tere hojayenge" he said wiggling his brows.

But what he didn't see was the flying chappal coning towards him. And it directly hit him on the forehead.

Others laughed at this duo.

"Bas baccho, sehri karlo. Waqt sahi me khatam na hojaye" alishba said pouring juice for them.

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Umaira was sitting in her room, gazing at her husband's new picture. He is not actually much active on social media, but whenever he posted a pic she would instantly save it.

She was a shy and reserved girl. For outer world, she was childish and that is how she showed herself. Her parents and her brother's have spoiled her but not much. She is a mystery in her own.

For outer world, she is a child but for herself she is a grown woman. Who knew what was happening around her. She even knows about Rahat's behaviour but because of her nature she forgive's her everytime.

She had started having feeling for her husband when she for the first time shared her marriage with her bff. She didn't knew what was happening with her. Just with the mention of his name, the air around her will change.

She caressed the page she had written her feelings on. She always used to write her feelings out in a diary and used to talk with allah swt.

She closed her diary, and let her tears fall. She knew he never liked her. That is why he never talked with her or initiated anything.

Don't know what will happen with her in future.

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"I heard that you are married bro. Man, you even got married and didn't even invited me." His friend arshad asked.

"You know, I got married because of my grandfather. But I don't believe in this marriage yaar. I mean, look at me. And she, the fatty and chubby girl with two ponytails. People will laugh at me" he said making a disgusted face.

"Yaar don't be silly. Maybe she changed. And what does outer appearance have to do with a beautiful heart. Look at me man, I married a dark girl. But never criticize her because I love her. She is my better half. And her deen and akhlaq made me love her" he said trying to make his friend understand.

"Oh...man that's what I'm saying. You love her and I don't. Well leave it. We have work to do. So let's go" he said and moved towards his office.

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