Partition

Pendant les trois dernières années, Ariana Ari Harlow a tout donné à son mari. Ils se sont mariés parce que sa sœur a choisi de s'enfuir le soir du mariage, croyant aux rumeurs que la Corporation Nelson était en faillite. Ari aimait Noah depuis ses seize ans, elle pensait que c'était le rêve de sa vie qui se réalisait. Cependant, elle ne savait pas que sa sœur lui avait tendu un piège, et ce n'était pas le début de sa nouvelle vie, mais bien son nouveau enfer. Elle a été forcée d'abandonner sa formation de médecin parce que la respectable Mme Nelson ne pouvait pas avoir les mains couvertes de sang. Ari a accepté. Pour l'amour de Noah, elle est devenue une épouse parfaite qui prenait soin de ses beaux-parents et de son mari. Cependant, ce qui l'attendait n'était rien d'autre que des insultes, son mari avait honte d'elle et sa belle-mère pensait que sa sœur, Ariel, était mieux assortie à son fils. Pourtant, Ari persistait. Elle pensait qu'elle réchaufferait le cœur de son mari un jour. Mais elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur ! Cœur brisé, Ariana décida de divorcer de son mari, mais elle se retrouva d'une manière ou d'une autre empêtrée avec Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari. Ils n'étaient pas faits pour être ensemble. Mais Nicolai semble se ficher des obstacles qui se dressent contre eux. En fait, il était déterminé à s'immiscer dans la vie d'Ari et à mettre le feu à tout. Dans son ivresse, il l'a un jour plaquée par la gorge contre le mur d'un pub miteux, "Tu peux le nier tant que tu veux princesse, mais tu me désires." Ses yeux parcouraient son torse haletant et ses yeux s'assombrirent, le rouge apparut dérangé, possessif, comme s'il voulait arracher son âme de son corps et l'ancrer dans le sien. "Je parie que si je jette un coup d'œil, tu seras trempée pour moi." La chaleur monta aux joues d'Ariana alors qu'elle grognait, "Tais-toi." "Fais-moi taire," dit Nicolai en écrasant ses lèvres contre les siennes. Ses baisers brûlaient dans son âme, et sa chaleur lui brûlait la peau chaque fois qu'ils se touchaient. Elle pensait que sa plus grande erreur avait été de s'emmêler avec Nicolai. Cependant, Ari comprit bientôt à la dure, littéralement, qu'être désirée par un tel cauchemar magnifique était bien pire qu'une erreur. Et les choses se compliquent lorsque son mari découvre la vérité sur tout. "Tire-moi dans le cœur, Ari," dit Noah en plaçant la buse du pistolet là où se trouvait son cœur. "Parce qu'une vie sans toi est une vie que je ne veux pas, alors tue-moi ou reviens. Je t'en supplie." Maintenant que Nicolai lui avait donné le choix, Ari tomberait-elle amoureuse de lui et plongerait-elle dans une vie remplie de dangers ? Ou retournerait-elle vers son mari, Noah, qu'elle aimait depuis ses seize ans ? Et Ariana éviterait-elle le danger qui guette dans l'ombre, attendant qu'elle fasse une erreur et qu'elle perde tout ce qui lui est cher ? Trouverait-elle la clé de tous les secrets qui la lient à Noah et Nicolai ainsi qu'à son destin tortueux ? ******* Extrait : "C'est une question d'argent, n'est-ce pas ? Prends-le et disparais," hurla-t-il en jetant la carte noire au visage d'Ariana. Ariana ne pouvait pas croire ce qu'elle entendait quand elle a entendu son mari ou son futur ex-mari l'humilier comme ça. Trois ans. Ariana Harlow a donné trois ans à Noah Nelson, et pourtant, lorsqu'elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur aînée, Ariel —— voilà ce qu'il lui dit. "Je vais te divorcer," déclara Ari et partit. Elle est partie sans le sou mais Ari est tombée sur Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari, le prince de la Mafia de la Ville de Lonest, un bâtard notoire connu pour ses tendances violentes. Leur rencontre malheureuse l'a placée sur le chemin de Nicolai, et comme ça, il a posé les yeux sur elle. La première fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, Nicolai lui a demandé de l'inviter à dîner. La deuxième fois, lorsqu'ils se sont rencontrés, il lui a remis un million de dollars. La troisième fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, il a déclaré : "Tu serais bien dans mes bras, qu'en dis-tu princesse ?" ********

Samantha Larsson est devenue la risée de tous lorsque Timothy Barker a publiquement dénoncé leur mariage. Deux ans plus tard, elle fut trompée pour retourner chez elle et épousa un homme mystérieux, connu pour être défiguré et physiquement handicapé ! Néanmoins, elle se battrait jusqu'à la fin et détruirait ces vermines, obtenant peu à peu sa justice ! "Timothy, je te le dis, les hommes font la queue pour m'épouser ! Même si tu t'agenouilles et me supplie de t'épouser, je ne te choisirai pas !" Puis, Samantha partit fièrement. Au milieu de la nuit, un homme mystérieux vint. "Tu ne me choisiras pas ? Hmm ?" Bientôt, Samantha vit le visage de l'homme mystérieux, et ses yeux s'écarquillèrent...

Valérie, la fille de l'Alpha assassiné de la Meute de la Pierre Jaune, ne pouvait jamais diriger la meute car elle avait un loup Luna. Son compagnon, Tristan, fut désigné Alpha à sa place. Après avoir assumé le titre d'Alpha, Valérie fut piégée et brutalement rejetée, non seulement par Tristan mais aussi par toute sa meute, et sa petite sœur, Scarlet, avec laquelle Tristan avait des liaisons secrètes. « Je rejette Luna Valérie comme ma compagne. Elle a été surprise au lit avec un étranger, ce qui signifie qu'elle trahirait la meute. La punition pour la trahison est la mort », annonça sans cœur l'Alpha Tristan. Les chants des membres de la meute et des Alphas visiteurs venus pour la conférence des Alphas les attirèrent vers le jugement. Personne ne s'attendait à ce que l'Alpha Denzel, dont le nom faisait dresser les poils sur leur peau en raison de sa cruauté, se rende à la conférence. Valérie trouva de l'espoir lorsqu'elle réalisa qu'Alpha Denzel était son compagnon de seconde chance, mais elle fut douloureusement rejetée une fois de plus. Le double rejet la conduisit à perdre son loup, et elle fut condamnée à mourir par tous les Alphas présents. Elle pensait que son sort était scellé lorsque l'Alpha Denzel partit et qu'un guerrier était prêt à l'exécuter. Tout le monde fut choqué lorsque soudain, l'Alpha Denzel se retourna. « Arrêtez ! La fille traîtresse d'un Alpha défunt ne doit pas être tuée. Plus de souffrances l'attendent », déclara-t-il. Le cœur de Valérie chuta lorsqu'elle vit son regard sombre, qui était comme un gouffre sans fond, alors qu'elle s'évanouissait d'épuisement. Quelques mois plus tard, une guerre éclata entre les Alphas alors qu'ils commençaient à revendiquer la Luna rejetée deux fois. Avec son loup mort, la déesse lunaire aura-t-elle la grâce de lui en donner un autre ? Et quel Alpha sera capable de faire fondre son cœur désormais glacé ?

Worlds Apart, Hearts Entwined Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... Bee Mine Across Worlds Fanyin was minding her own business—until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who’s too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She’s here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game—before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who’s really pulling the strings? There’s more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes… ROCK YOU WORLD AFTER WORLD © 2024 Kashish Mishra (bliss_incarnation). All rights reserved. Excerpt from RYWAW "Going somewhere?" His voice drops, teasing, but there's a dangerous edge beneath the surface that makes my pulse quicken. The playfulness in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more primal, more intense. I flash him a sly smile, forcing myself to remain calm. "No," I murmur, leaning back into him, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "Just getting comfortable on my lover." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. The smirk returns, slow and deliberate, but there's a hint of something else-something darker, lurking beneath his usual charm. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Before I can respond, Wilde moves with swift precision, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The air between us grows heavy, charged, and then his lips crash against mine. It's not soft or slow-it's raw, demanding, and ignites a fire deep in my chest. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his jacket as his other arm pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin barrier of clothing. My mind spins, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as I lose myself in the kiss. The driver, without a word, flicks on the partition, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment as the car continues to glide down the road, but it's as if the world outside no longer exists.

Il gioco del tennis è una passione che, se contagia, difficilmente vi abbandonerà. Questo sport fatto di potenza, rispetto e adrenalina sta guadagnandosi il posto che gli spetta nel mondo delle competizioni a livello nazionale e internazionale e, assistere a una partita dal vivo o in televisione (soprattutto in questo periodo di pandemia) è un’emozione sempre forte fino all’ultimo game. Se anche voi tuttavia state assistendo a un set particolarmente monoto, oppure state aspettando l’inizio di quello successivo e non sapete come passare il tempo, ecco qualche consiglio! Cosa fare tra un set e l’altro: qualche consiglio Pronti per qualche consiglio? Forse qualcuno vi sembrerà banale, visto che la pausa tra un set e l’altro di solito è molto breve, ma vi permetterà di far passare il tempo in un batter d’occhio per poi tornare alla vostra partita. https://www.oasport.it/2021/04/pause-nel-tennis-come-passare-il-tempo-tra-un-set-e-laltro/ Fare qualche esercizio. Il movimento è una delle buone pratiche per avere uno stile di vita sano, ma spesso non troviamo mail l’occasione o il tempo per correre o anche solo fare qualche esercizio. Questo momento di pausa potrebbe essere la “scusa” buona per allenarsi iniziando per gradi. Partite da qualche minuto di addominali, dorsali e piegamenti, per poi allungare gli esercizi e renderli una costanza nella vostra routine. Giocare online. Navigare con il telefonino (o al pc se lo avete acceso) è un altro passatempo su cui potete puntare mentre aspettate che riparta il tennis. I giochi online tra cui scegliere sono tantissimi, da quelli più interattivi, ai giochi di società o d’azzardo come Book of Ra soldi veri o simili. Ordinare la spesa. Fare la spesa online, soprattutto quando non si è tranquilli a uscire di casa o si vuole un servizio comodo ed efficiente, è la scelta migliore da prendere. Iniziare a selezionare la spesa per la settimana è un recupero di tempo prezioso, per questo ve lo consigliamo per passare il tempo in queste occasioni. Iniziare quel libro da troppo in sospeso. Quel libro che da tanto volevate iniziare vi sta chiamando: cominciate leggendo qualche pagina e sicuramente avrete sfruttato il tempo nella maniera migliore. Organizzare le ferie. Per chi e se si potrà andare in vacanza, la scelta della destinazione e del programma delle ferie è uno studio curato da fare man mano qualche mese prima di partire. Perché non iniziate a controllare online i luoghi, i prezzi e i servizi in modo da iniziare a farvi un piano? !

Greg didn’t do nothing before he died. In fact. HE RULED THE FUCKING WORLD! World partitioning walls. Gods that almost seem like Jokes. Time travel. Bear witnesses as Greg goes on a strange journey to conquer a world more unfathomable than any other. I post two chapters a day unless something comes up I'm not perfect so if I make any mistakes please point them out If something is enclosed in these things ~ ~ then it’s thoughts

On 14 August 1947 (27th of Ramadan in 1366 of the Islamic Calendar) Pakistan gained independence. India gained independence the following day. Two of the provinces of British India, Punjab and Bengal, were divided along religious lines by the Radcliffe Commission. Lord Mountbatten is alleged to have influenced the Radcliffe Commission to draw the lines in India's favour.[39][40][41] Punjab's mostly Muslim western part went to Pakistan and its mostly Hindu and Sikh eastern part went to India, but there were significant Muslim minorities in Punjab's eastern section and light Hindus and Sikhs minorities living in Punjab's western areas. There was no conception that population transfers would be necessary because of the partitioning. Religious minorities were expected to stay put in the states they found themselves residing in. However, an exception was made for Punjab which did not apply to other provinces.[42][43] Intense communal rioting in the Punjab forced the governments of India and Pakistan to agree to a forced population exchange of Muslim and Hindu/Sikh minorities living in Punjab. After this population exchange only a few thousand low-caste Hindus remained in Pakistani Punjab and only a tiny Muslim population remained in the town of Malerkotla in India's part of Punjab.[44] Political scientist Ishtiaq Ahmed says that although Muslims started the violence in Punjab, by the end of 1947 more Muslims had been killed by Hindus and Sikhs in East Punjab than the number of Hindus and Sikhs who had been killed by Muslims in West Punjab.[45][46][47] Nehru wrote to Gandhi on 22 August that up to then, twice as many Muslims had been killed in East Punjab than Hindus and Sikhs in West Punjab.[48] More than ten million people migrated across the new borders and between 200,000 and 2,000,000[49][50][51][52] people died in the spate of communal violence in the Punjab in what some scholars have described as a 'retributive genocide' between the religions.[53] The Pakistani government claimed that 50,000 Muslim women were abducted and raped by Hindu and Sikh men and similarly the Indian government claimed that Muslims abducted and raped 33,000 Hindu and Sikh women.[54][55][56] The two governments agreed to repatriate abducted women and thousands of Hindu, Sikh and Muslim women were repatriated to their families in the 1950s. The dispute over Kashmir escalated into the first war between India and Pakistan. With the assistance of the United Nations (UN) the war was ended but it became the Kashmir dispute, unresolved as of 2021.

The sowed seed of partition of the Berlin conference in Nigeria

Story of Pakistani women born and raised before partition 1947 and how she managed to struggle her life through the 1857 war ,the circumstances of the muslims and other nations of subcontinent after proclamation of their war for sociopolitical and economic rights and the traditional pathos of an urban Muslim women trying to survive her Identity crisis and the natal compromised wishes in her emotional dillema.

With five strikes of his axe, Emperor Yu split the mountains and unified everyone beneath the heavens. He partitioned the land into nine prefectures and erected the nine cauldrons. After Emperor Yu's death, incessant disputes arose within the Land of the Nine Prefectures. One thousand years later, a once-in-a-generation genius—the Heavenly Emperor of Qin Mountains—emerged from out of nowhere. With a strike of his palm, he was able to stop the motion of the 100-meter wide Yan River. With his peerless martial prowess, the Heavenly Emperor of Qin Mountains was ultimately able to unite the land beneath the heavens. However, when he died, chaos once again shrouded the Land of the Nine Prefectures. Several thousand years passed by, and still, no one was able to consolidate the nation. Then the Grandmaster of the Xing Yi Martial Art—Teng Qingshan—arrived here unexpectedly from the modern world.

Après trois années de mariage, Wendy Stewart était habituée aux remarques sarcastiques de Michael Lucas, ses menaces fréquentes de divorcer et même son indulgence envers une maîtresse. Elle pensait qu'elle pourrait supporter cela toute sa vie, jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe accidentellement enceinte d'un enfant que Michael ne voulait pas. Finalement désespérée, Wendy signa l'accord de divorce et partit. Elle pensait qu'ils auraient pu se séparer pour toujours, mais Michael refusa de cesser de la chercher après le divorce. Lorsqu'ils se retrouvèrent, elle était la meilleure designer du monde. Souriant doucement à son ex-mari, elle dit : "Mon cher, nous sommes déjà divorcés." Michael la regarda simplement froidement, "Dis-moi, que faudra-t-il pour que nous nous réconciliions?"

Yamada Saito, a descendant of one of Japan's aristocratic families, died as a result of his family's inheritance being partitioned. He made sure to leave a nice present for his 'killer' before he died. Yamada Saito was taken aback when he awoke in another realm as a spirit after his death. Soon after, he hears the noises of a nearby brawl. When his spirit arrived on the site, he discovered a struggle between a demon and a human who seemed to be quite similar to the heroes he had read about. The Demon soon killed the hero. "Do you desire to utilize this body to build your dominating body?" a voice asks Yamada Saito as the demon goes away to recuperate. As a result, the tale of a man who would conquer this fantastical world unfolds! ~~ A/N: Hey guys, it's Evil_Dragon. This is a tale that I wrote a long time ago. Before I commit to a daily release schedule, I'll mass-release a large number of chapters. I'm not sure how many chapters I can add. It would be dependent on how much I could write in a day. I'm now working on turning one of my previous works into a manga. In comparison to books, I know most of you prefer to read the manga. I hope you would at least have a look at it because it will be free on the internet. Follow me on my Instagram: reveriecreations04 (I will be available over there and you can talk to me personally.) In addition, depending on how well this novel does, I will release additional chapters. ~~ 500 Power Stones or 50 Golden Tickets = 5 Extra Chapters on that week. Or 2 Extra Chapters on that day for every 100 followers on my Instagram profile (reveriecreations04). Please support and assist me. Thank you very much.

India took many stupid decisions like partition, declining UN seat and Nepal. Rudra, a DRDO scientist was assassinated by Pakistan. When he opens his eyes again he is transmigrated into a Hindu Bengali family with knowledge about many subjects to help him in his quest to make India great again ######## it is inspired from solaceviolet's 'ww1: after the war, i became the leader of India' and fanficworld07's 'India: I became the first pm of India' It is a work of pure fiction set in an AU. None of these things are real and my own thoughts and are not towards some group, race, culture etc.

Before, when the ruler of the era wasn't decided still, nations have brought upon war. The war went on for about 300 years but was single-handedly ended by one person, who holds extraordinary powers. A man or a woman, no one can make out the figure as it moves swiftly stopping all chaos. After the war, the hero gave a glance to every nation's General, who lead armies, and plunged the hero's sword on to the ground. It stayed up right as the grounds shook, partitioning the soil. The armies stood amazed. Such power will only br achieved after a thousand years but this person this hero was they ultimate god. The sword partitioned equally among the nations and until now, the sword remained, the hero vanished, and the continent had been saved.

Aaravi is a bright student she is transferred to an elite school which is a prestigious school in Delhi. She met an handsome looking guy unexpectedly in a theatre. After that they encounter each other in the same school. Aaravi is a scholarship student and belongs to a middle class family while the boy belongs to a business class family. Their cute puppy love started from school but ended after school but the fate make them meet after 6 yr of their partition . And so their story started from their again with a fresh start.

The Man in the High Castle is an alternative history novel where the Axis Powers won World War II. The story occurs in 1962, fifteen years after the end of the war in 1947, and depicts the life of several characters living under Imperial Japan or Nazi Germany as they rule the partitioned United States.

Amid the vibrant pulse of the metropolis, where the glow of neon dances and mysteries abound, I navigate a life of duality. In daylight, I spar with tenacious policewomen, trade quips with the elite of Hollywood, and tease beguiling damsels with a roguish charm. Yet, as night descends, my covert ventures take on a more sinister shade. Beneath the vigilant gaze of the mob leader, I ignite engines and weave through shadow-clad backstreets, the rush of adrenaline my constant companion. Concealed within my abode lies a secret indulgence, a source of exhilaration and guilt: a minuscule aperture in the partition, through which I steal forbidden views of the neighboring siren’s otherworldly grace during her private moments. My existence is woven from paradoxes—a scoundrel’s paradise. Shrouded in enigma, my history a blur, I prowl the urban jungle, fists ready, pulse quickened, in pursuit of peril and passion alike.

The Kingdom of Ge, a realm shrouded in history and drenched in warfare, serves as the backdrop for a gripping tale of electricity and struggle. In this historical kingdom, kings build their empires and then find themselves tearing them aside. The burden of leadership falls at the shoulders of King Yachid, the monarch of his name, who consists of the hopes and fears of his subjects with each step inside the bloodless marble partitions of his castle. As the kingdom's basis trembles, its destiny hinges at the outcome of a dramatic conflict of wills and swords.

Dans un monde ou la magie est strictement contrôlée par les nobles lignées. on suit l'histoire de Kaï un apprenti mage qui mène un vie simple avec son maitre bienveillant mais un jour lorsque son maitre était partit faire les courses il allât dans le sous sol est pour la première fois il remarqua un boite assez grande dans le fond de la pièce il l'ouvris et il est tombé face à face avec un grimoire et une épée le grimoire s'intitule "L'Héritage Du Mage Noir"

Sheikh mujib tells story of an ordinary young boy who grows up to lead his country to freedom. Based on The Unfinished Memoirs by Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, this graphic novel series follows the journey of Bangladesh's founding father from childhood to political awakening.Written by Bangabandhu in Dhaka Central Jail during his time as a political prisoner between 1966 and 1969, The Unfinished Memoirs were only discovered 40 years after his death and cover the period up to 1955. They provide a unique, first-hand account of his involvement in the defining events of South Asia's history, including partition in 1947 and the 1952 Bengali Language Movement.The Mujib graphic novel series is the first of its kind and will share the remarkable story of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman with a new generation of readers in Bangladesh and beyond.

This story is all about batch no 17 of the mysterious school named "caristra cattle high school". The school where everything is strange the teachers, the building (which is a castle having five different partitions), the place(wiz out of the main town), and even the students (all the students have something suspicious with them). The world recognizes this school as the shelter for ill students. Kenny, a seventeen-year-old girl, never thought that her formidable nightmare of, being a student of Caristra castle, would become true because of her so-called tragic inevitable illness and also her Caristra journey.

Karachi is a city with lights on the street, but it does get scary at night. That said, here are some haunted places in Karachi with famous horror stories and that you should [or should not] visit: Mohatta Palace The palace was built by Rajasthani businessmen back in 1927. It was a summer house for his family and after the partition, the Pakistani Government took control of the palace. Now, it is an art museum for the public. Although there are no legends attached to the Palace, there are incidents in this palace filled with horror stories – where visitors, including the staff and gatekeeper, have witnessed moving objects and heard conversations inside the palace’s rooms when no one was there. Legend has it, some objects in the museum change their position before dawn. Karsaz Road Cemeteries are creepy, but who would have imagined an entire road being haunted by a witch. The famous ‘Karsaz Witch’ is not unknown to Karachittes. According to the story, a newlywed couple was driving on Karsaz Road and they faced a terrible accident and died on the spot. Ever since the accident, there are countless events where people have witnessed a woman in a red dress with twisted feet walking aimlessly on the road. The Karsaz Witch tries to approach people whose vehicle would unexpectedly stop in the middle of the night. She has also been captured in CCTV footage. Chowkandi Graveyard at Highway It goes without saying that the ancient Chowkandi Graveyard – located near the National Highway in Karachi – makes a famous horror story in Pakistan. According to some researchers, it is the oldest cemeteries, dating back to the 15 century AD. The graveyard is included in a historical site. But, no one dares to visit them after sunset. As a whole, it is a beautiful place for attracting tourists. University students visit these graveyards in the morning or noon. Those who have explored the graveyard at night encountered strange activities. The locals would hear voices coming out from the graveyard at 03:00 AM and shadowy creatures creeping within these graveyards. Shireen Cinema Situated in North Karachi and now it is completely closed as the staff and visitors witnessed supernatural activities inside the cinema. According to some sources, they heard weird noises in empty rooms and constant talking of people in the back row when no one was there. Dark things walk in front of them and creep around the walls. Such incidents led the Government to shut it down permanently

"Haunted Places in Karachi" Karachi is a city with lights on the street, but it does get scary at night. That said, here are some haunted places in Karachi with famous horror stories and that you should [or should not] visit: Mohatta Palace The palace was built by Rajasthani businessmen back in 1927. It was a summer house for his family and after the partition, the Pakistani Government took control of the palace. Now, it is an art museum for the public. Although there are no legends attached to the Palace, there are incidents in this palace filled with horror stories – where visitors, including the staff and gatekeeper, have witnessed moving objects and heard conversations inside the palace’s rooms when no one was there. Legend has it, some objects in the museum change their position before dawn. Karsaz Road Cemeteries are creepy, but who would have imagined an entire road being haunted by a witch. The famous ‘Karsaz Witch’ is not unknown to Karachittes. According to the story, a newlywed couple was driving on Karsaz Road and they faced a terrible accident and died on the spot. Ever since the accident, there are countless events where people have witnessed a woman in a red dress with twisted feet walking aimlessly on the road. The Karsaz Witch tries to approach people whose vehicle would unexpectedly stop in the middle of the night. She has also been captured in CCTV footage. Chowkandi Graveyard at Highway It goes without saying that the ancient Chowkandi Graveyard – located near the National Highway in Karachi – makes a famous horror story in Pakistan. According to some researchers, it is the oldest cemeteries, dating back to the 15 century AD. The graveyard is included in a historical site. But, no one dares to visit them after sunset. As a whole, it is a beautiful place for attracting tourists. University students visit these graveyards in the morning or noon. Those who have explored the graveyard at night encountered strange activities. The locals would hear voices coming out from the graveyard at 03:00 AM and shadowy creatures creeping within these graveyards. Shireen Cinema Situated in North Karachi and now it is completely closed as the staff and visitors witnessed supernatural activities inside the cinema. According to some sources, they heard weird noises in empty rooms and constant talking of people in the back row when no one was there. Dark things walk in front of them and creep around the walls. Such incidents led the Government to shut it down permanently.

My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly "Spanish rock," alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift. This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother's truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back. Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it. It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it "hey fuck you, I don't have time for this shit". My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate...our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason. He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked " Hey wait what about your brother, isn't he coming with us?" My brother answered, "What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?" The next question they asked "So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house? "