Pakistan Stories

⋆⭒˚.⋆ A harmless lie turned heartbeats and home ʚଓ Wajdan ༯ Sawera In your twenties, a gentleman will call you his wife to get out of a situation, and it's very important that you play along.

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

She is an introvert and he is mute. What would happen if both of them are tied into an arrange marriage? Will their married life be filled with silence, insecurities and misunderstandings or wil the silence be the reason that would strengthen their relationship? Dive in to the story of Aarifah and Hassan.

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Inaya khan was just 18 when she fell in love for the first time-but heartbreak soon thought her that forever isn't always forever. Five years later, she's stepping into a new chapter, married to a man she never expected: Zaravar Shah. Their worlds are different, their pasts complicated, but maybe fate has a plan neither of them saw coming. This is the story of lost love, healing, and the courage to start over.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ 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.

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

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✨️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.

Disclaimer: This is a collection of short stories, and if any of you think that I am copying someone's idea in writing or I copy any dialogue, then I apologise for that because that will be unintentional. All stories are in english, but if there is any part in urdu, then its translation will also be provided. Stories: 1-Making you Mine [completed] 2-Waqt (time--- always the villian)[completed] 3-Catastrophic Encounter [ongoing] #61 - pakistan #56 - pakistan

. . . . . . . . . . HAIDER SHAH AGE: 29 Police officer, heartless, dominating, controlling, anger issues. MAHEEN AHMED AGE: 20 College girl, naram dil, masoom, darpok and emotional. -------- "Ap bohat zalim insaan hain, mujhay apkay sath nhi rehna." Maheen ne rotay huay bht mushkil se yeh lafz ada kiye thay, ronay ki wajah se uski siski ban gyi thi, jabkay samnay kharay haider ko koi farq nhi para tha, uskay labon pr ek pur-shouq muskurahat thi. "Acha, tou phr tumhay jeenay ka haq bhi nhi hona chahiye, Agar meray sath nhi rehna tou." Haider ne keh kr side table ki daraz se pistol nikali or usko load krkay seedha Maheen ke mathay pr rakha, jo dar kr ab kaanp rhi thi. -------- MAHEEN AHMED × HAIDER SHAH BEAUTY × BEAST . . . . . . . . . . Author: @Velvet_Script

𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦~~

Amani is thirty, and as per society, well past her marriageable age. Not that she cares what society thinks. Enter Waqar, the new next door neighbour. One glimpse and he's heads over heels. His family? Not a huge fan of her due to her age. Enter, the niece/nephew gang, the ones who are determined to give their Phupho (paternal aunt) her happily ever after at all costs. At all costs. Will they succeed in their mission? A light-hearted comedy touching on important subjects in our society. Most importantly though, this story is all about the love of a family. For all those ladies who have been asked a personal question by a nosy, well-meaning (or not) person!

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❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

Have you ever played Jenga? A single wrong move and the whole tower collapses. That was what Aliya's and her family's life had become. Aliya had no part to play in the mistake that shook her family and her life. Will Aliya be able to regain her trust in people and most importantly, her religion? --------------------- The cold breeze blew on my face. I could smell the familiar scent of roses. I smiled and opened my eyes. Nadia, my mother sat across me, a smile plastered on her face; that's where the fragrance came from. Following her gaze, I saw both my sisters, Aida and Abeer, splashing water on each other at the shore of the beach. I walked down to the beach, my sisters were still in the water, laughing, giggling and playing with each other. I took a few shots of the seashells and the algae at the shore, waiting for the sunset. I could see my parents, working together to pack up the picnic we had set up, both of their actions complimenting each other perfectly. They understood each other without even talking. That always amazed me. And well, a lot of other people too. As we walked down the beach, to the car park, I noticed my father moving in the opposite direction. I did not call after him. I noticed something sparkle, that's probably what he was going after. My mother noticed him later, she called after him, but he wouldn't listen. He slightly turned his head, but ignored us. He reached the sparkling stone, and held it in his hands. We tried to run over to him, but it was too late. A fence with dead black roses formed in front of us, around him. He was trapped. He tried coming back to us, but he couldn't resist the sparkle. Soon the beautiful sparkling stone he was holding, started turning into a deep black coal, which stained his hands black as well. All I could do was stand and look. I tried to reach out to him, but I couldn't. Soon, smaller pieces of coal attacked him, and he was turned to dust.

Based on 1970s Pakistani Punjabi x Indian Punjabi Qudrat has spent her life being looked through. As the eldest daughter, she learned early that love comes with conditions, silence comes with praise, and responsibility never asks if you're tired. She carries a house that is not gentle, memories that are not kind, and expectations that were never meant for someone her age. She is not allowed to choose herself. Not in a world where duty comes first. Not in a world where girls are taught to endure, not dream. Then there's the boy with green eyes. Zahir knows what fire takes. He watched it steal his parents, burn his past, and leave him standing in the smoke with nothing but survival in his hands. He does not believe in safe things. He does not believe in staying. And yet, somehow, he stays when he looks at her. He sees Qudrat - not the responsibility, not the role, not the silence she perfected - but the girl underneath it all. And he doesn't look away. What happens when love asks for more than you're allowed to give? When choosing yourself feels like betrayal? When a boy who escaped one fire walks willingly into another? This is a story about duty versus desire. About girls who are raised like anchors. About boys who are made of ashes and hope. About love that does not arrive gently - but still feels like home. Some fires destroy. Some teach you how to burn without disappearing. - - - - - - - - - - - -

These include the epilogues of the short stories - "FARMEED FF | Karke Dil Tere Hawale" and other one-shots or two.