Plot Twist
Jama Taqseem Ep 3 & 4
Episodes three and four of Jama Taqseem perfectly portrayed what occurs when the wedding lights go off and reality creeps in. Until recently, the plot had been around Laila and Qais selecting each other and overcoming the first unpleasantness of rishtas and family dynamics. But with these episodes, the drama transitioned to marital life, and they were some of the most fun yet.
By Raviha Imran4 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 4
While splashing cold water on my face, I could hear my father talking downstairs and then I heard boots thudding along each aged wooden plank of the stairs. Slow, methodical. I peered through the bathroom door as the figure passed by, it was Grace. I could smell her perfume like the zest of fresh grapefruit. My nose flaring as I took in the scent wafting in the air, I left my shirt ragged, unbuttoned, my pants snug around my hips. I made sure not to make a sound as I shadowed her in the hall. I was taking her in, the way her hips swayed in her daisy dukes. Her hair bouncing off her shoulders. As she pushed open my door seeing my empty bed, I figured what better way to get the drop in on her than now. With a quiet step I closed the distance, pressing my chest to her back and raking my hands down her arms until I interlocked with her fingers. My voice rugged, I whispered “Mornin’ darlin.” Her head leaned back as if granting me permission. Her eyes fluttered closed. I moved her hair to one side and trailed light kisses along her neck until she stepped forward. I gently released her as she spun to face me. “I don’t forgive you.” She rushed, a playful smirk on her lips. “Excuse me?” “You asked me to forgive you last night, well I don’t.” Hesitation ached in my chest, yet I couldn’t help but feel unapologetic. “Why’s that kitten? Is Greg going to be jealous?” I stated bluntly. Grace’s face stiffened when I mentioned Greg, as if a cruel reminder of the fool she was with, or at least that’s my opinion. “Greg is…” “He was a distraction.” I cut in. “Distraction?” I moved closer, my hand reaching to lift her chin, I yearn for the way her eyes are like a doe when I do that, the way she silently begs for it. “You don’t have to explain anything, kitten.” My head leaning towards her, my fingertips trailing along her jaw and down to her collarbone. Hooking the strap of her tank top. “Jasper…” “Tell me Grace, does he make you like this?” “Like what?” “Like this. You’re breathless, anxious in the best way possible.” Her face said it all, her eyes full of need and her body relaxing into my arms. In a moment of desire I kissed her with my soul, passionately. Her hands explored my upper body. “Let me treat you how you deserve.” “And what do I deserve?” Her curiosity pleading with insatiable thirst. I forced myself to let go, steadying her on her feet. I began to button my shirt as I searched for separation. I didn’t want to mark her as mine just yet, I want her to confess she feels as strongly about me as I do about her. Her body says yes, but she’s been giving her heart to another man. Someone who isn’t him. “Why do you do this to me Jasper?” “Do what?” I questioned, brows furrowed as I took in her pained and confused expression. “Tease.” I stopped midway, frozen as I took in her pained words. “You think I just want to tease you?” A dark, almost cruel tone slipped from my lips. “Forget it…” She whispered “Oh like how you forget who Greg is when you’re around me?” My words were like a slap to her perfectly rounded face. “Greg is a great man.” “Just not great in bed huh?” Her face was in utter shock as even I was surprised I spoke the words aloud. “This was a mistake.” Grace’s pained whisper shattered me, and I watched as she scurried off into her truck and drove away.
By Sibley Shamra4 months ago in Chapters
📖 Chapter 5: Secrets of Silence
"Zaryab’s Secret" In the morning, the city’s atmosphere was unusually quiet. Newspapers still carried headlines about Anwar’s death. But Alia’s heart was facing a storm of its own. She hadn’t closed her eyes all night—the words of Ayan, the killer’s message, and seeing Zaryab’s name on the list… all kept circling in her mind.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
📖the city streets were drowned in the darkness of night. Alia and Zaryab’s car moved slowly toward the newspaper office. A strange silence lingered between them. Alia’s mind was still haunted by Anwar’s “Hit List.” The shock of seeing her own name written on it was eating her from the inside.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
Chapter 2: "The Door of the Old Mansion" The night had grown deeper. The moon shimmered alone in the sky, while clouds drifted by, hiding it from sight every now and then. At the edge of Noorabad stood the old mansion, drowned in darkness. For years it had seemed abandoned, but tonight its silent walls felt as though they were hiding a secret from Alia.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
It was two o’clock at night. The narrow streets of the small town Noorabad were deserted and silent. The cold wind shook the branches of the trees, and dogs were barking somewhere far away. But suddenly, that silence was shattered by a blood-curdling scream. The scream was so terrifying that it felt as if someone’s soul was being crushed. Hearing it, a few neighbors nervously opened their windows, but the darkness was so deep that nothing could be seen. Moments later, the scream stopped. Only the sound of the wind remained. By the next morning, the entire town was in chaos. The news had spread: Anwar was dead — the same Anwar who ruled over the whole town with an iron fist. People hated him, yet they feared him. His body had been found in the garden of his bungalow. On his face were signs of horror, as though he had seen something at the moment of death that was beyond description. Aliya, a reporter for the Noorabad Gazette, arrived outside the bungalow early in the morning. Cameramen, journalists, and police had already gathered there. “Was this murder or an accident?” “Did Anwar’s enemies finally take revenge?” “Was that horrifying scream his?” People kept asking questions, but no one had the answers. Aliya pulled out her notebook and began taking notes. One thought kept echoing in her mind: “This isn’t just an ordinary story… there’s something hidden behind it.” At that very moment, her eyes fell upon a man standing away from the crowd. Tall, with deep eyes, and a strangely serious expression. Unlike the rest, he wasn’t making noise; he was silently observing everything Aliya froze for a second.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter Six
The yellow glow of the lanterns still illuminated the quiet street when the first patrol car arrived, followed closely by a second. The atmosphere, which had held an air of festivity just moments ago, now felt heavy with tension. Two officers stepped out—one in his mid-40s, with a square jaw and a rigid posture suggesting he hadn’t blinked since boot camp. The other was younger and leaner, holding his belt like a shield, as if authority was something to be gripped tightly. Their names were stitched across their chests: Hollins and Greaves.
By Neshzivne Dadirri6 months ago in Chapters
After The Sunset The Stars As My Witness. Content Warning.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned into uncertainty. Perseus held his face, elbow pressed against the table. The captain and his crew drowned out his thoughts with their drunken slurred tales most of them made up trying to outshine the other sailors. Everyone shouting at the top of their lungs, all their words meshing up to what a disaster could sound like. Perseus thought he would have gotten used to this by now, but the more he was around them the more annoyed he was by them. He couldn't lash out either because he needed them to get to wherever the gorgon resided.
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) 6 months ago in Chapters
