《Bint of Gilgit ~ Pakistani Love Story ~ ONGOING ~》Burden
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The announcement had been made in the last remaining tribe of the Forbidden Valley. They were to leave in ten days and resettle somewhere else.
Multiple things had happened in the last week. Shah Zaman's position had been questioned and a strong mutiny had risen against him. The tribal elders had turned against him - vowing that they would punish him for being subdued by the enemy. Simultaneously, Shahrazad had now lost her position amongst the women in the village. In fact, they had taken to bullying her when they weren't calling Nazli vulgar slurs.
Palwasha, in particular, had become Nazli's worst enemy. It had started when Bakhtawara had claimed that Nazli had been used by those men. Even remembering the incident brought her to a fit of excruciating sobs - an allegation so profound that Nazli had locked herself in her room without food and water. After a day when Shahrazad had begun to panic, Hamza had broken the door down. But he hadn't stopped there - he had dragged her into the pavilion and had announced that he would wed her.
Again, the tribal leaders had protested. Palwasha had weeped and sobbed and thrown even worse accusations upon her. Whore, homewrecker, prostitute, liar, sinful, shameless, manipulator . . . The list of abuse and accusations had been endless, but Hamza had vowed that he would not marry anyone, but Nazli.
But the worst feeling was how unappreciated she felt towards him. The thought of marrying the tender-hearted, but firm man should have sent a secret joy up her spine. Finally, someone from the village had shown interest in her, but . . . she knew it was merely pity. Hamza had always protected her - silently and from a distance, but he could never possibly love her.
And did she love him? Could she love him? Even after spending her entire life in his shadow - from being playmates with him when they were young and then occasionally herding sheep with him should have given her ample time to consider such feelings. Yet, she had barely known the brown-eyed silent marksman called Imad, but the sight of his smiling face had sent her heart into an addictive ecstacy.
She didn't know why she had done it. It was an impulsive act on her part - to smile at the man who had played a good role in threatening Baba Zaman and putting her entire village at the risk of homelessness, but still . . . still she could not forget his kindness. And she had wanted so desperately to tell him how grateful she was. So she had smiled, hoping he would at least see it. But he had responded with a heartstopping smile of his own. And after that, he had become a constant memory in her mind - replaying before her eyes in the daylight and under the night.
"Nazli!" Shahrazad exclaimed, plopping on the bed beside her. Three more days and they would be in another place - in another room. Their precious valley and home was being snatched from them and here she was fantasizing about the friend of the man who was doing this to them.
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"Oh Nazli! You're not still angry with me, are you?" Nazli knew what Shahrazad was referring to, but she chose to not shake her head. She would be lying if she was to do that. "Nazli, I swear to you - Hamza and I searched for you everywhere! But Baba found us missing and he went berserk! He yelled at me and threatened to wed me to the next man who asked for my hand. Hamza was flogged five times for disobeying Baba! It wasn't our fault - truly!"
Nazli cringed visibly. Poor Hamza - he had suffered for her sake because Shahrazad had probably dragged him on a crazy scavenger hunt across the valley. The burden of accepting his proposal was becoming heavier and heavier upon her shoulders until it would crush her into saying yes.
And perhaps it was incumbent upon her to try. She would try . . . to replace the sight of brown eyes with Hamza's blue. She would try to seek out Hamza's blonde hair in the crowd instead of black. She would try to forget that Hamza preferred to stroll rather than trek quickly across the valley. She . . . would try and fail miserably.
"You are practically crying, Naz. Did you think we abandoned you?" Shahrazad was pushing into her single mattress - wrapping her arms tightly around her midriff. Nazli responded and couldn't help but let the warm tears roll down her eyes. "I could never leave you, Nazli. You are my sister - the apple of my eye - my first love! When I was a little girl, you were my only friend. I never knew Mama so you shared your Mama with me. You became a shadow so I could shine - I saw all the sacrifices you have made for me, Nazli. Today I am strong because of you - how could I ever abandon you?"
They both sniffed loudly - refusing to acknowledge the fact that they were being extremely sentimental. Finally Shahrazad chuckled, mysteriously wiping at her eyes before sitting up. "But you are definitely leaving me, aren't you Nazli? Haaammmmmmzaaaaaaa . . ." She sang the last word with a giggle earning a pillow smack on her face.
"Oh, but imagine your children! Both blonde definitely . . . but I wonder whose eyes they will take? Personally, I wish they would have your eyes! Only you and a few others have green eyes so it would be cool to have those!" But her brain had a mind of its own. The sight of brown eyed kids playing around her suddenly sent her blood pressure over the chart. She was breathless at her wild imagination and flushed from head to toe.
"Woah . . . I only mentioned your future kids and you already turned into a cooked lobster! How the hell are you going to get through the act?" Nazli's eyes popped at the indecent comment and she landed several smacks on the giggling girl. Shahrazad was unnerving for saying such a thing, but she was no less. Imagining brown eyed children was an ultimate betrayal to the man who had asked for her hand. She was . . . a horrible person.
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"Hamza really loves you, you know." Shahrazad whispered in the dark as if she was afraid to say the words. The effect was the same on Nazli - she curled in on herself, frightened and lost at the revelation. "He said he has alwaaaays loved you. That nothing will change his love - even if . . . even if you were . . ." Raped. She felt the unsaid word like a throbbing stab to her gut. Despite the countless times Baba Zaman had protested for her innocence, no one had believed it. Even if she was to miraculously regain her ability to speak, that too would not prove her innocence.
"It's not your fault, Nazli. You never have to feel-!"
But the green eyed girl sat up with such force that Shahrazad was jumping back. She leafed out her small notebook from the side and scribbled out in her chicken scrawl. I am not marrying Hamza.
"What?! Nazli, I have said to you, haven't I? Hamza will accept you with every condition . . . even if there is some . . . extra baggage involved."
Oh Allah, she was going to be sick. Extra baggage. Had no one in this village believed her, it would not have hurt as much as now. But Shahrazad - the girl who had been her constant companion also thought the worst had happened to her? That she was raped and perhaps pregnant?
They didn't touch me! No one touched me!
"But . . . but you came in different clothes?"
Frustration and rage threatened to take over her. She didn't care - Baba Zaman had explained several times to everyone about what had happened. She could no longer take it anymore. So she buried her head in her pillow and for once allowed the submerged memories of her mother to take over.
"Your Mama has suffered through something monstrous." Baba Zaman had said to a fifteen year old girl who sat with a broken leg and cuts all over her. "Your Baba is in a good place now, Nazli. In Sha Allah, your Mama will be fine."
Just as those words were spoken, the village tabeeb (doctor) came rushing out - a forlorn expression on his face. "إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ." To Allah we belong and to Him we return. Her mother was gone . . . both her parents were gone in the span of a few hours. She was an orphan - an orphan - an orphan.
Everyone was enveloping her in huge embraces, but she had not weeped. Only the images remained - of a man mercilessly shooting her father dead and then raping her mother brutally. She had seen it all - hidden underneath the rock her parents had guided her to. She had been a coward - trembling as her parents bodies fell, but not having the courage to rush to their aid. Maybe that was the reason why Allah's punishment fell upon her - she could no longer scream. Or speak . . .
Those images . . . she could never forget them. They would haunt her for years and years to come, but more than that it was the words of the people around her.
Good that she died. What good would it be for her to live - after her husband and honor were both lost?
Thank Allah, they didn't see Nazli. They would have definitely done the same to her.
Why do you think they were targetted? I am sure Nazli's mother was involved with another man. Jealousy drove him insane.
What a terrible ending. Rejected and ruined in this world and the next.
However the dreams of her parents were the only thing that kept her from breaking into a thousand pieces. It was a mercy from her Lord that she would often have pleasant dreams of her mother encouraging her to carry on or her father smiling at her telling her that she had made him proud. She never shared those dreams with anyone - not even Shahrazad.
But today she was facing those same allegations her dead mother had faced. The villagers hadn't even spared her mother the abuse before she was buried six feet under. They would never let her forget what had happened to her. She would forever be . . . stained.
And it was all because of that wretched man - Khalid and his sadistic brother Asadullah. She hated them - so much that she had come home and scrubbed herself a thousand times for all the times they had touched her. But that accursed green dress that had started all the rumours still sat in her small trunk.
She didn't have the courage to throw it away despite the negative connotations associated with it. For it was the only thing she had - the only thing that reminded her of something positive from that nightmare. And when her heart began to flutter in memory of him again, she knew she could no longer lie to herself anymore.
Like Palwasha, she too desired the company of a man. Like Palwasha, she too wanted to fix her gaze upon a man for as long as her heart wished. But unlike Palwasha, her heart did not sing a song for Hamza. Instead, it was for a man she should desire to run miles and miles away from. Imad.
Tomorrow, she would set things right. Tomorrow, she would refuse Hamza and make her decision known to the entire tribe. Tomorrow . . . she would take a stand.
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8 203The Undisclosed Union
Katelyn Victoria Darcy, daughter of the late Viscount of Montgomery, whose privilege life has a drastic, changed when her father died. His death revealed the secret of their financial ruination. He had sold their properties to pay the debts, and what were left are an empty title and the house.A lot of problems came into her family life, and it all needed money to solve it. So Katelyn decided to accept the marriage laid down by her grandmother's best friend to her grandson and leave the country where she was born to start a new life with him in New York.But the arrogant grandson, Jared Frederick Steele, who, despite being young, is already a CEO of a multi-billion conglomerate doesn't like the idea of marrying a noble lady, especially the daughter of Lady Montgomery. He thought that she would be like her haughty mother, but as it is his grandmother who asked him and she is the only person in the world whom he can't refuse, he accepted the arrange marriage but only if it is an undisclosed Union and on his terms.What will be those terms? Will it affect Katelyn's newfound job and friends, especially that the company's Big Boss is her secret husband, or it will be the reason for finding lasting love?
8 129Red Thread of Fate
F?ma Monou, a cold-blooded doctor, who had killed many people for revenge. F?ma no longer believed in others since the past events that happened to him, he didn't believe in love. But ... It all changed, when he picked up a little girl who looked like a "broken doll" with bruises and bandages all over her body. Yuki, the little girl who had to face the bitter reality of her life. She was tortured, alienated and banished by her own family. She continued to believe that someday there would be someone who wanted and needed her. Even when she was in a dying state before being discovered by F?ma. Since then, Yuki who initially only considered F?ma as her benefactor, was beginning to open up her heart to F?ma. Likewise, F?ma who initially picked Yuki just for his sake alone, now began to feel different things to the little girl who was growing up. Nevertheless, both chose to hide their feelings which resulted in frequent misunderstandings between the two of them. When they finally found out each others’ feelings, and F?ma started to believe in love, happiness, and sincerity. Destiny had another will ... It actually separated the two of them. F?ma felt fooled by destiny. He vowed not to fall in love again and avenged Yuki's death. But, once again destiny brought them together in the future. With new identities and new lives. Will they finally be together? Or will their love tragedy be repeated once again?
8 126Insanity
A curious 15-year-old tries to unravel the mysteries behind the asylum, Blackthorn Veil Mental Institution, where her dad was locked up. She knew everything was not right in that place, but what happens if she meets one of the mysteries in that asylum? Will that person help her unravel the truth or bring her into . . . Insanity?"If you have never lost your sanity, then you have never been in love." •poopinghinsil•©Copyright 2013-2014All Rights Reserved•THIS FAN FICTION WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS LIKE 13-14 YEARS OLD SO BEWARE. THIS IS VERY BADLY WRITTEN••NOT EDITED AND WILL FOREVER STAY THAT WAY: UNEDITED•
8 141Renee's River | √
"Does he know your name?""Nope," I shook my head. "But hey, it was like love at first sight," I said dreamily before snapping back to reality and looking at my best friend who gave me a weird look. "You have to help me," I said."We're not going to the clothes store with me disguised as a girl again.""No," I groaned. "I want you to help me get him to notice me."My best friend's mouth opened then closed again before his eyes dropped to my boobs, "I mean, we can always start with that.""What? No!" I crossed my arms over my chest while he laughed like the idiot he was and I rolled my eyes, then let out a breath, "Come on, just do this for your Firefly." ▬▬▬▬▬There was only one reason Renée McCann enjoyed her job at the bakery. To see the guy who had made her stomach flutter at the first sight.
8 110Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔
" I do!!"She said in shaky tone.It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life._______________"Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!"He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him.She was looking at him with wide eyes."Hey..Stop!!!"She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground."Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!"He said clenching her jaw.______________She was an innocent soul.He kills mercilessly.She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds.He hates her dressing.She hates everything about him.Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement.A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about.They say love can change anyone and anything!!let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj.Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj".Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed??An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl.If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤Alteast give it a try!! 😊~Thank you
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