Shehzad khan
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Whispers Beneath the Willow
The village of Windmere was the kind of place you’d forget existed until a gust of wind reminded you of it. It didn’t appear on most maps. Surrounded by dense woods and silent hills, its greatest treasure was an ancient willow tree that stood by the edge of Willowmere Lake — its name forgotten, its legend remembered only in fragments.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret
It was the kind of shop that didn’t exist on maps. Tucked between a crumbling bakery and a graffiti-stained bookstore on Alder Street stood Horatius & Sons Clockworks, a narrow, dusty storefront with a single cracked window and a door that creaked like it hadn’t opened in years. The sign above was faded to near invisibility, the gold leaf worn off by time and weather.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Brewing dreams: the story of Sara's Cafe'
When Sara Khan stood beside her tiny yellow coffee cart on a cold winter morning in Lahore, she was shivering not just from the wind — but from uncertainty. She had just taken the biggest risk of her life. While her classmates accepted office jobs with good salaries and air-conditioned rooms, she had taken her graduation money, borrowed an old espresso machine from a cousin in Dubai, and started a coffee business on the sidewalk.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Motivation
The photograph that saved her life
The train roared past, its steel wheels screeching against the tracks, drowning out the sounds of the bustling platform. Amidst the crowd stood a girl—thin, pale, almost invisible. Her name was Alina, a 19-year-old who looked more like a shadow than a person. She clutched a tattered schoolbag to her chest and stared blankly at the yellow line just inches from the edge.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Humans
The mirror of the second chances
A cold breeze danced through the cracks of the abandoned cottage as Maya brushed dust from the old mirror. It had been years since anyone had set foot inside. The house belonged to her grandmother, a woman known in the village for strange tales and stranger antiques. Now, after her passing, Maya had returned—not to reclaim her inheritance, but to find a part of herself that she'd lost along the way.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Fiction
The letter that changed everything
Tania was 28, and from the outside, everything looked perfect. She worked as a customer relationship officer at a prestigious bank in Lahore. Her hair was always tied neatly, her heels clicked with authority, and her phone buzzed constantly with updates, approvals, and balance sheets. Her family was proud. Society approved. She was “settled.”
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in BookClub
The power of an empty wallet
Ali had always lived by one principle: earn more, live more. His wallet was always full, his clothes always branded, and his phone always the latest model. From the outside, he looked successful. But the truth was—he lived paycheck to paycheck, with a credit card drowning in red.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Writers
