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Book Name:
Always Been You  (Alluring Love Tales)

Write up:

Tainu lakhan ton chupake 

rakhan akhan te sajake, 

(I've adorned you in my eyes 

and hid you from everyone)

A few day after their marriage:

Misha and Haider were exhaustedly lying on the bed in each other arms.

Shuuuuu you dirty minds!

They are just tired as they had to go to all the dinnera that their relatives has prepared for the new weds. Eating food was never a headache for them. But getting ready was what they hated. And Misha was bound to doll up like a new bride or she'll be in a investigation by all the Aunts. But thank Allah, they are cousins,otherwise more relatives would have been added in the list.

"Misha".Haider softly called out her name as he didn't wanted to wake her from sleep.

"Hmm" Tiredness was clearly evident in her voice

"Are you asleep?" Haider again asked and that's what made her forget all the exhaustion.

She looked at him with an irritating facial expression.  Then changed that into a fake happy ones

"Yes, any doubt ?  You are talking to my ghost as I'm in my beauty sleep"

"Oh, I didn't know that you had a ghost of your own"

Only two can play these game. It's okay for them to insult, scarcasm eachother. But if anyone else says anything about any of them, other one becomes volcano.

A few moments passed. And Haider had forget was he was going to.ask her. But  then he remembered when murmured that three magical words to coo her.

"Biwi, do you remember when you said 'I love You' to me for the first time? " Haider was only praying to allah that may she remembers that moment.

"Last night " A smile appeared on her lips as she remembered how she confessed him that she loves him.

"Nope" haider shoke his head in denial.

"Emmmm"

She couldn't remember when she said 'I love you to him' before last night.

She gave him a cheeky smile as she could not recall it.

"Of course you confessed you love for me last night,  But you said that three words before our marriage. "

"Darling, don't pressurize that small brain of yours. Let recall you" Haider pointed his index finger on her head and Misha huffed.

"Do you remember that you  participated at interschool science fair when you were in 7th Grade."

",of course. I even won a prize"

Haider continued

" but don't remember the back story" Misha flushed him her teeth as she first and last won any prize in any interschool competition

Flash back:

"Why the hell it's not working?" A frustrated teenager  Misha was pulling her at the middle of nightas her science project isn't running. Now she's going to become a joke to her friends.

And that thought terrified her

"What will I show tomorrow"

.

"Misha what happened? "  Haider was passing by her room and heard her screams

"My project isn't running ".She pointed to the project

"let me see"

"Please don't. You will ruin it. I'll go and call Hamza. " Misha went outside of her room to call Hamza

After a while she enters her with a dejected face.

"Hamza is sleeping.  Now who will.." Her eyes fell on her project and it's working. And all credit goes to Haider

Haidar, it's working" She came ti him running and hugged him with her small hands

"I'm so happy"

"I love you. You are my life savior "

And that's when Haider felt his heart missed a beat

"Yessss"

Flashback ends here.

"And you spoiled our moment by pulling my pony tail" and the rest memory was instantly recollected by misha and her mood again became sour.

Haider always somehow managed to spoil their cute moments by doing this stunts

"Hahah, I had so much fun doing that" Haider was laughing like maniac

"I hate you" Misha moved away from him

"But I love you" But somehow Haider managed to cage her in his arms and misha instantly melted in his arms

" i love you too"

"Sleep, you are tired" And then  some little snores where heard making him smile

"I couldn't help but pull your hair just to control my feelings and save it for someone else for the future. But little did I know that It was always been you".Haider was moving his hand on her scalp and mumbling  his feelings like he always did. But only when she's asleep.

Next Morning 

Misha was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee for her as she had a bad headache. She was about to pour hot water in her cup but stopped as she heard  a mere whisper,

"Toasty"

"Yes" Misha replied in her subconscious mind

Wait, What!

Toasty! only haider calls her that.

 Toasty  was a nickname for Misha which was given by Haider and only he used to call her that to tease her. As in her childhood, she was a toast lover. And mostly because the sounds it makes while munching it used to irritate Haider. And so in process of Irritating Haider, Misha fell in love with toasts. She used to eat taosts all day along. But  eating too much biscuits isn't healthy for a child. So Haider thought to call her "Toasty" in order to stop her from eating Toasts.

 And it worked,  she stopped eating toast, but Haider didn't stop calling her toasty until Misha found a weapon against him. And then they made a deal   that lasted till today

She turned her head and saw Haider standing there in his white T-shirt with grey sweatpants flashing her a toothy smile.

"Haideeer"

But then she came in her senses.

 Has any heard him saying toasty?

She looked her surrounding keenly but when saw no one there except her and Haider, she came back to her real avater. 

*The all time screamer ones!*

"How dare you to call me toasty? You jerk, You promised me you won't call me toasty ever" Her hands was on her hips with a huffed face. Her face was red in anger

"And on what basis" Haider played his cards.

"That I won't tell your wife that you once pissed in your pants when we went to zoo for the first time" Misha was too furious to think before speaking.  

And the damage was already done!

*Wife*

*His wife!*

"So as you are my wife, and she knows it, you also broke your promise. So now I can call you Taosty, right" Haider went near Misha and picked up a apple from the kitchen counter.

He winked at her and was left the kitchen, but from behind Misha screamed aloud,

"Haider,stop right there. I'm gonna kill you"

"Ammi save me. You wild daughter in law is going to kill me" And that  made Haider faster his pace.

When Misha's water broke

"Haider, drive fast. I can't take this pain anymore" Misha and Haider were in the car in the middle of the night.

Misha's water broke when they were watching a movie together.

And surprisingly Misha was way calmer than any other woman be like in this situation.  But Dear Haider waa terrified.  He was unable to thinj straight.  

"Yess baby, just stay awake" he said while caressing her baby bump with his left hand and at the same time driving the car with his right hand.

"What's with my sleep" Even her pain couldn't stopped her to make another silly cute fights with Haider

"I don't now, I just felt saying that" Haider's ears turned pink in embarrassment.

"You are such an idiot. I don't know why I married a idiot like you on the first place" 

Cause you knew that I'm the best option among other idiot"

"Haha uhh haider drive fast"

Next morning the couple welcomed their baby girl Aisha Haider Khan into their world. Surprizingly, Misha was much patient that night. She gave girth to a healthy child after bearing 12 hours of labour pain. Baby Aisha was a carbon copy of her mother except the grey eyes that she inherited from her Father. Misha knew from that day, she's gonna have a hard time to even scold Aisha as those eyes could easily melt her heart like Haider's do always

Once Misha had asked Haider if they ever gonna fight like other couples. His answer was yes as it's very normal for a married couple to fight. But they didn't knew it back then that their fight would be so cute. They fight like the children in nursery. But their love reflects in their fight, care for each other.

But all they knew was they'll never fell out of love. Even in the last days of their lives when they'll forget what is love .....

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Oh_shewrites_

Book Name:

Don't let go

Write-up:

The silhouette figure leaned against the graphite slab, with the wall scones attached to side walls. The bulky figure, emitting the intimidating aura fambled with the spatula in his hand, stirring it into the pan. Taking out bowl from side drawer, he filled it with the content he made in pan. 

Never in his wildest dreams, he had thought to found himself in the kitchen, making something edible, all by himself. A person like him, who had never entered kitchen just to make his own tea or getting glass of water to drink, was making pasta in the middle of night. Alas! It happened, not that he was complaining because he would do anything to make his wife happy. Him, Abrar Shah was just helplessly in love with her and putty in her hand. 

His wife, Hayat Abrar Shah had taught him basics related to kitchen and food. Now he was using those skills which he learnt to fulfil his wife's cravings. 

Taking hold on the bowl, Abrar switched off the lights and made beeline to his room, carefully not making any noise. 

He opened door of their bedroom and watched his wife, cutely pouting at him while snuggling to his pillow. It made him smile, moving toward bed he sat beside his lying wife with tray in his hand. 

"You made pasta for me," Her brown doe like orbs melted at the sight of her husband, holding the tray containing a bowl full of pasta and mango smoothie and his dimpled smile. Perfect and Delicious. 

"Yes. Exclusively for you," He winked setting the tray on bed carefully, in front of her.  

Hayat beamed at him before opening her arms widely and gesturing him to came forward. Abrar didn't think twice and leaned toward her, welcoming her embrace and planted a chaste kiss on her head when she snuggled into him. But the prominent bulge of her swollen tummy came in between making her pout in complain.

"I can't even hug you because of this little Cadbury choco byte," She pointed at her six months pregnant bump, she looked too cute, he swooned. 

"At least don't call our child as Cadbury choco byte," Abrar shook his head on the weird name she gave to their unborn child. The logic behind this nickname was more weirder.

'After you, Mr Abrar Shah I love Cadbury and now we are having a child whose gender we don't know. So, I have decided to call him or her as little Cadbury choco byte'.

"I will. You have got no right to question it," She flared up her cheek, adorably pouting at her husband who chuckled, placing a sloppy kiss on her puffed up cheeks. He shook his head and picked up spoon full of paste near to her mouth gesturing her to open her mouth. She grinned and wide opened her mouth, as the soft pasta touched her taste buds she moaned, relishing the appetising pasta her husband made. 

"You liked it," Hope holding his charcoal orbs, he asked wiping the corner of her lips where white sauce stuck. 

"Absolutely," She gave him dazzling smile all the while drinking mango smoothie her man made for her. 

"Thank for for everything Abrar," Pregnancy comes with overwhelmed emotions, same thing was happening with Hayat. Little things makes her happy and no doubt her husband was doing every single thing to keep her happy, which she was indeed. 

He smiled nuzzling his nose into her brown hairs, sniffing the lively fragrance of her shampooed hairs. The calmness and serenity of the moment felt surreal to him, his wife, Hayat was becoming everything to him with passing days. And the top of that, their pregnancy, sometimes feels like a dream, that how happy they are waiting for their child to grace their life with his or her presence. 

The only thing which scared him during the pregnancy other than her health was, mood swings of hers. Would he be able to fullfil her all the demands ? Because a angry Hayat Abrar Shah could be handful, not that he was complaining. He liked her ordering him here and there, he complied everything. He wanted to her to have everything she wanted, he wanted to treat her like a queen as she deserved, to love her fullest, to stand with her like a support on hardest days, to become the home she always yearned for. 

"Sleep now," He softly whispered disturbing her when she was busy in talking to her baby bump like she use to do every night before going to sleep. Whereas he, talks to his baby after she sleeps so that she'd be able to disturb them. He snickered, thinking if she ever got idea about this and no doubt she would throw a fit. Dramatic. That made him fall for her. 

"I love you," He mumbled against her forehead watching her slipping into the slumber. 

Today's midnight craving went well.

He mentally noted and sighed remembering the incident happened few days ago, when Hayat asked for mint chocolate chip ice-cream in the middle of night when no ice cream would be open. 

And then she played her master card! With brown orbs welled up with unshed tears looking at him sadly and that was his weakness. He hastily wiped her tears and cooed her, promising that he will arrange the ice cream in no time, after all he was leader. 

After calming her down, he fished out his phone from his pant and dialed the number of owner of the best ice cream in their area. When the owner refused to parcel the ice cream late night, Abrar had to threatened him and misused his power. But he thought less, when his wife beamed at him as he announced that ice cream would be coming soon and rewarded by series of soft kisses all over his face. 

He swore, he could do anything to keep that exquisite smile of his Hayat. Because she's home he ever asked for! 

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herblackink 

Book Name:

Perfectly Together 

Write-up:

Perfectly together. Fan-fiction 

'Allah doesn't burden a soul beyond that it can bear.'

"A child craves for nothing but for the love of parents.

The parents craves for nothing but their children love." 

 Daneen Ali. 

Daneen Ali had a tough life before her marriage but she never expected her life to change drastically in a good way. But Daneen expected him to be a bad man like her father. But he was far away from bad. Heck that man doesn't know how to speak loudly then shouting is a different case. 

Daneen was at the wedding of her friend Saba. Saba was her cousin and best friend too. Daneen's mother is also there obviously because she is a relative. 

Daneen was passing by when she was summoned by her mother. 

"Daneen listen." Said her mother not able to see in  her eyes. 

"What is it?" Daneen asked in slow voice as her mother's head snapped at her listening to the voice of Daneen. That's not what she expected Daneen to be. 

"I'm sorry Beta." Daneen's mother whispers, too ashamed of her doings. 

"Why are you sorry? I forgave you long ago. My Asfandayar told me that 'the one who forgives is greater than who holds grudges. So, I forgave you." 

"Daneen." Daneen heard the voice of her husband calling her. She walked up to him, held his hand and started dragging him with her. 

"Asfand met my Mama. She apologized to me for her behavior and you know how much I waited for this moment when my mother embraced me with her love. Asfand I have my mother now, that's all because of you." Daneen's voice croaked.

 It was too emotional for her! 

"Mama meet My Asfand My husband. My reward for hardships. He is the best husband. I'm thankful to Papa. He made me marry Asfandyar.

They all had lost in their talks but two certain eyes were seeing them with hurt looks. Maybe he never has a chance to say  how much he loves her daughter. 

Daneen was very happy today. That her Mama apologize to her for her wrong doings and second her friend and cousin getting married to love of her life

Azlaan Siddiqui! 

But, there is a little sadness in her heart that her father didn't glance at her at functions. It hurts her, although she knows he doesn't love her but her heart doesn't want to accept it. 

"Little did she know how much her Heart is right!" 

That's the day of Saba rukhsati. Daneen was seeing everything with tears in her eyes not one tear fell down from her eyes. She doesn't know what it feels to have in the embrace of father. 

Daneen was packing her things when two manly arms grabbed her waist from behind. She stood up straight and rested her head on her husband's shoulder and her back touched his chest. 

"I missed you." Daneen laughed out. 

"I'm right there Asfand in front of you. Why do you miss me?" Asfandayar grinned and turned her to face him, holding her face in his palm. He kissed her forehead. He grabbed her waist  looking in her eyes lovingly.

"What happened?" Asfandayar asked, looking at the tear in her eyes.  She shakes her head and hugs him tightly. 

"You know, I did something good that's why Allah gave you to me. I'm happy with you Asfandyar. You are my safety, my home. You are my joy when I feel sadness. You are my laughter when tears flow. You are my light when I see darkness. You are the calm to my storm. You are my gentleness in the rough world. You are my strength in my weakness. You are my shadow so I’m never alone. You are my happy place in human form. You're the best thing that ever happened to me!"  Daneen murmured, laying raspberries on his chest.

 They were standing there peacefully, comfortably 

After some time Daneen asked Asfandayar. 

"Asfandayar does your Abbu loves you?"

Asfandyar tightened his hold on her as she peeked through her lashes. Asfandayar nodded his head. 

Of Course he loved me. I'm his first child. How can he not? Asfandayar was not looking at her. He knows what she was thinking. 

Then why my father doesn't love me? 

Daneen asked Asfandayar but he kept mum. Because he doesn't have Answer of that question. 

"Why Asfandyar ? I'm a bad daughter. Or I was the reason that Mama left him. Why doesn't he love me, care for me, why did he never speak softly to me. Why does he never play with me, why he never was there when I needed him the most, why he always ignored me, why he punished me for the mistake that I never did. Why?"

Daneen's voice cracked at the end. Asfandayar held her closer, caressing her cheeks. 

"Sometimes we don't know what we are doing. We don't know that someone is hurting because of us. Your father loves you, but he doesn't know how to express his love to you. So, he shows his love like this." He kissed her forehead while Daneen was silently sobbing in his arm. 

"Let's sleep babe, tomorrow is baraat we don't want us to look like Zombies." Asfandayar caged her in his arms and they slept peacefully in each other's arms. 

Asfandayar Malik. 

“She turned to me and said, “hold me”. So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands.”

— Zachry K Douglas

An eerie silence was resonating in the room. There He is in prostration crying for his loved ones. Every single time when he listened to Daneen crying broke his Heart in trillion pieces. 

Why does Allah have to do with her? 

But who we are to question him. He is the one who wrote our destiny 50 thousands years ago. 

He prayed for his wife for Allah ta'ala that he gives her father love that she craved for all her life. 

Asfandyar glances at her little form  sleeping peacefully in his bed hugging his pillow. He smiled lightly seeing her snuggle in his pillow made his way toward her. 

"Daneen wake-up Babe. It's time for fajr, you don't want to miss the first Salah of the day, do you?" Daneen open her eyes smiling at Asfandayar 

"Subha-ba-khayr Babe." Daneen blush hearing the endearment. 

"After Namaz, be  ready we have to go somewhere."

"Where?" She asked confused 

"It's a surprise." saying that he walks out of the room leaving her confused. 

The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. They moved to their destination. The destination which could change Daneen life. 

"Asfandayar  it is a road of my house why are we going to our house?" 

"Daneen we don't call home a house we call it home." 

"House Asfandayar?"

Home is where we get love, care and respect. I never get that from that house. 

Your home is my home, where I get all love, respect and care."

Asfandayar stopped the bike inf front of her house. Daneen glanced at him with a confused look.

"Why are we here Asfand?" She held his arm. You know na my father is there then why you take me here."  Daneen shake Asfandayar hand. 

"Daneen."  Asfandayar wrapped his arm around her and took her to her father's house.

Mr Ali sat there on the sofa, one leg placed on the other leg's knees. A newspaper was covering his face. 

"As'salamalaykum" Asfandayar greets in a loud voice. Mr. Ali removed the newspaper from his face, shocked to see his daughter and her husband this early in morning. 

Your Daughter? 

His inner self mock him. 

"Why are you two here?" Keeping a straight face he asked them glancing at Daneen. How she flinched listening to his voice.

Asfandayar passed the confused look to him because he was the one who told him to take Daneen to his house. Asfandayar denied him immediately. He knows her father invited them for his benefits. 

"Asfandayar please bring her to me. I want to say something to her." There is something in his voice that Asfandayar doesn't want to believe. 

Pleading,guilt! 

"Daneen." Mr. Ali called her "I'm the bad no I'm the worst father right, I never loved you, I never glance at you with love?" He kept a straight face. Daneen hid behind her husband.

"Asfandayar please I don't want to be here. Please take me home." Daneen gripped tight on his arm. 

"Daneen." A painful voice rang in her ears, her head wiped in the direction of the voice making her eyes go wide. 

Daneen run up to him held her father cold hand in her warm one. 

"Daneen I want to say sorry for my behavior, How I treated you all my life, how I never give fatherly love to. I was never here when you needed me the most. I loved your mother but when she left me for another man. Something broke in me. I stopped loving anyone after she left me." 

I'm sorry for all what I did to you and I love you my Child you are my pride." That's the last words Mr. Ali said to his daughter before closing his eyes for eternity. 

Daneen glance at Asfandayar with horrified look. A whisper left her mouth. 

"No Baba." 

"Asfandayar tell him to wokeup. He just said sorry to me and he left without showing his love tell him to wake up." Daneen sobbed clutching her father arm. 

Some where someone craves for their parents love yet we are not giving time to them. We are rather busy in our fake social media life or rather in building our life. 

Give time to your Parents because when they left us no one is here to love like parents did.