Dilkashi-دلکشی |✔
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Zayan Hamdani- A careless guy with no worries, a positive outgoing person. Known for the amazing voice he has, heartthrob of girls over social media.
Dunya Safdar- Her life is a mess but she never forgets to smile and be thankful for the little she has. Still hoping that one day her life would be better.
What will happen when they start talking over chat? But the chat was left incomplete.
What will happen when they both cross paths?
One is ready to give all the love, while the other is not ready to receive the love.
His life is perfect, while her life is nothing near to good. But they've one thing in common "Music", their strength and this music brought them together.
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« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!Complete
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I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021Complete
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Why do you love me" She asked "How can I not!" he replied "It's not easy for me to give someone else another chance..." She said He came closer and said "Listen I felled in love with you, More then I imagined to fell in love for someone, trust me when I say that your My Hayati!" She started blushing and he said "Your the most beautiful thing that happened to me!" That day they completed each other. Fajr had to face a tragedy at a really young age,which took her really long to recover from, A tragedy that affected her mental health. As by time Fajr started recovering she Met Amar Ahmed. That's when she found out that life doesn't really finish from one Accident that happens, And that Allah takes something from you just because he has something better then that,but what was it? To find more about Fajr,her tragedy that affected her so much,click to read and find it out by yourself:)Complete
"Kabhi kabhi zindagi humein aise mod par laa khada karti hai, jahan ek pal kisi ajnabi ka... poori zindagi mein ghul jaata hai." (Sometimes, life brings us to a crossroads... where a single moment with a stranger becomes entwined with our entire existence.) He was just eight years old, a boy from Lahore with the world at his feet. She was six or seven, visiting Pakistan from Germany for the first time-curious eyes, a shy smile, her braids swinging as she ran across the lawns of Minar-e-Pakistan. They met by accident. But those two hours they spent laughing, playing, forgetting the world- -were enough for Salar Sikandar to remember her forever. He never saw her again. All he had was a faded Polaroid photo, taken just before she left. Twelve years passed. Twelve years of searching, hoping, praying. And then, finally-he found her. In a quiet Bavarian town, in a small apartment building where the scent of fresh bread floated from the bakery where she worked, where her name was still the same: Maryam. She wore a hijab now. Her eyes were the same-still kind, still faraway. She didn't remember him. But he had never forgotten her. So he moved into the apartment next door. Not to force his way into her life. Just to be close. Just in case... Kabhi jo nazar milay... This is not just a love story. It's a story of destiny, silence, longing, and fate. The kind of love that doesn't need words. The kind of love that waits. Started: 02.07.2025 ⚠️I don't own the picture in the book cover I got it from Pinterest and I just edited it.
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