Abdul Qayyum
Bio
I am retired professor of English Language. I am fond of writing articles and short stories . I also wrote books on amazon kdp. My first Language is Urdu and I tried my best to teach my students english language ,
Stories (31/0)
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyumabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyumabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
In body, I am a boy, but in spirit, I am a girl.
In body, I am a boy, but in spirit, I am a girl. I am Shad Maan, a soul neither bound by conventional gender norms nor confined to them. At the tender age of six, I found myself navigating a world where my physical form mirrored that of a boy, yet my essence resonated with the spirit of a girl. The allure of adorning myself in garments traditionally associated with femininity was undeniable, a source of solace amidst societal perplexity.
By Abdul Qayyum4 days ago in Fiction
THE VALUABLE LESSON
THE VALUABLE LESSON Once upon a time, there lived a weathered farmer who had aged beyond the ability to toil in his fields. Instead, he whiled away his days upon the porch, a silent observer to his son's continued efforts in the farmstead. The son, engrossed in his labor, would sporadically cast a glance towards his father's seemingly idle form.
By Abdul Qayyum4 days ago in Fiction
Love Unveiled: A Billionaire's Unlikely Union with his Servant
Love Unveiled: A Billionaire's Unlikely Union with his Servant Love knows no bounds. It transcends barriers of distance, culture, and time, weaving its way through the fabric of existence without constraint. It is a force that defies logic, a feeling that knows no limits or boundaries. Whether near or far, in moments of joy or sorrow, love remains steadfast and unwavering.
By Abdul Qayyum5 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Time: Unraveling the Mysterious Past
Echoes of Time: Unraveling the Mysterious Past Raindrops danced against the window panes of the quaint cottage, orchestrating a symphony of nature's lullaby. Inside, nestled in the embrace of a cozy armchair, ten-year-old Maya found solace beside the crackling fireplace, its flickering flames painting her face with warmth. Across from her sat Grandma Elara, her skilled fingers weaving tales as effortlessly as the threads of her half-finished scarf.
By Abdul Qayyum5 days ago in Fiction
I was sold to a millionaire by my family.
I was sold to a millionaire by my family. In the midst of pressing the final wrinkled shirt, the iron let out a low rumble. A protest echoed from within me, mirroring the emptiness of my wallet. It was another month looming, another month where Mom conveniently "forgot" to mention the rent. With a sigh, I released a familiar sound, escaping my lips into the cluttered air of our tiny apartment.
By Abdul Qayyum7 days ago in Fiction
The Time-Traveling Plumber
The Time-Traveling Plumber Mildred "Millie" Peabody glanced around the chaotic scene with a resigned sigh. The Johnsons' kitchen resembled a scene from a disaster movie, with the sink erupting torrents of soapy water like a mini-Niagara Falls. It wasn't the first plumbing crisis she'd tackled, but this one had a unique twist. The Johnsons swore up and down they hadn't touched anything, and the pipes looked pristine.
By Abdul Qayyum8 days ago in Fiction
The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls Amidst the relentless onslaught of rain against the cottage windows, Mia found herself drawn to the forgotten corners of the attic. The rhythmic drumming of the rain provided a backdrop to her exploration, mingling with the heavy scent of ancient wood and neglect that permeated the air. Downstairs, the comforting aroma of grandma's famous cinnamon rolls offered a stark contrast to the dreary atmosphere outside.
By Abdul Qayyum9 days ago in Fiction
Good Men Are Hard to Come by
Good Men Are Hard to Come by The ancient station wagon creaked along the lonely highway in the sweltering summer heat, kicking up dust devils in its wake. Inside the vehicle, the Pittman family engaged in a tumultuous exchange akin to a storm in a teacup. Bailey, the weary patriarch, clutched the steering wheel with whitened knuckles. Beside him, his wife Betty fussed over their cherished feline companion, Buttercup, nestled within a wicker basket. Meanwhile, in the back seat, ten-year-old John Wesley and his six-year-old sister June Star squabbled over the coveted spot by the window.
By Abdul Qayyum11 days ago in Fiction
