LOGIN◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥ "Life is neither short nor long, it's now - that we know as life - it's twisted and cruel I'm its own way with trials coming up with every turn you make. No one knows how many seconds one will live let alone years. You never know" ◣─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◢ His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face. "Answer the maulvi" his father spoke. "Son" his mother pestered from his side. His eyes landed on Hiba's expectant ones. She looked from across the veil questioning his delay. He shook his head as he placed the tip of the pen on the paper, a single stroke formed on the paper but that very moment a frantic Ayan ran in the room. "Turn on the tv right now" he yelled making Hamza to oblige right away. "There had been an accident on the motorway car LEB-780 has been hit by a troller on its way out of the city, the hit has caused an explosion rendering the passengers severely injured and in critical condition-" "That's- that's the car maula bakhsh took to drop—" His ears numbed as the pen dropped on the floor, his heart stopped, his eyes stuck on the TV screen. "Bhai!" He ran out of the house and got in his car, the engine roared and soon he was on the road. ─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────
View MoreZahan's povIt was late in the night when I was reading through some important files. I came home late tonight and that's nothing new. The haveli was silent as soothing whispers of air fell on my ears.I checked my emails and was now going to at least try to sleep. It was odd that ever after it was almost after midnight I didn't hear of miss smarty pants Zoya, that's also a good thing but now I feel hungry and I don't wish to go ask her to make something for me, don't want to push her ego all the way above the seventh sky.With a protesting stomach and tired mind I was just about to lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling when my door was knocked, sighing I got up to open the door since I locked it earlier and now she can't obviously break through but I wouldn't be shocked if she ever decided to do that also.The knocking was getting more rapid and impatient. Rolling my eyes I opened the door to see her standing outside with a baseball cap on. She was looking around, not paying an
Zoya's pov.The three of us went to Ghazal's aunt's boutique the next day. She deals in Western gowns and dresses along with Desi dresses, aunt Yasmeen wasn't really happy with us borrowing her dresses but she asked us to sell those pictures to her so she could use them for her marketing and we did. So now basically we were hired by her to showcase her new collection and how exciting that is.Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road.The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks."Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Had
It was late in the night when almost everyone in the house was asleep. Zoya was in the kitchen making herself a late night snack like always. She was either sleep deprived soul or a lazy ass panda. Tonight her brain had decided to not let her sleep because of her pending assignments. She made herself coffee and Nutella sandwiches and Einstein a fruit bowl.This was an unsaid ritual between them since they both were late night snackers. He doesn't say it but she knows his sleep deprived ass gets hungry in the middle of the night, her Tayi Ammi handed her this duty when she noticed that both of them were basically night owls.Zahan was working on his laptop reading through emails and presentations when his door was knocked and opened without permission."Your hunger demiser, your highness." Zoya whispered grandly, placing the bowl in front of him bowing down to put it on the coffee table. Zahan rolled his eyes at her dramaticness."There's a thing called manners Zoya. When you knock, yo
It was a beautiful day with the sun hiding behind the puffy gray clouds, the air blew in soft gushes flowing through the busy bodies of people mingling with one another in the city.Traveling through the road far away in an old neighborhood full of old mansions were two friends wandering around on Zoya's bike. She drove by many houses as they assessed the area around them. They looked around to find the perfect background or house for their photoshoot. Much like before there was yet again a photography competition in their university. The theme was a perfect fairytale.Their gaze flickering from one house to the other. Some were well kept while some looked worn and abandoned with chipping paint and broken windows. Overgrown gardens and dusty exteriors. During their search they came across a haunted looking haveli which looked like no one had been there since centuries. It was an abandoned property with a garden the size of a field with overgrown grass and rotten plants.Zoya parked th


















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