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Hello, Author Ji.Is Naqsha E Mohabbat the previous version or the edited one?

"Plant jasmine tree  at my qabar,ihaan, and let my soul rise in its bloom. If you miss me, just breathe. I will be the scent that haunts the silence, reminding you that I am the very air you breathe."
          
          
          
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          Book:"Naqsha-E-Mohabbat "

Helooooo 

          "You know what, Noum? He is the low -life, cheapest bastard I have ever seen! How the hell can he say that? How could he do that to Iqra? I mean, how? He's such a jerk!"
          
          ​Khushbo yelled into her phone, and her face flushed a deep crimson as she paced the length of the living room. She was so caught up in her whirlwind of rage that she didn't notice the heavy silence of the apartment shift or the shadow looming near the doorway.
          
          ​"Watch your language, Mrs. Chowdhury."
          
          ​The low, gravelly voice vibrated through the air. Faiyaaz was leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes tracking her every frantic movement with a terrifyingly calm intensity.
          
          ​Khushbo spun around, her curls a messy halo from her mid-rant hair-pulling. "What, Faiyaaz? He was a total jerk! Don't tell me to stop—he deserves every word I'm saying and more!"
          
          ​She opened her mouth to let out another string of curses, but she never got the chance. In two long, predatory strides, Faiyaaz closed the gap. His large hands clamped firmly around her waist, lifting her small frame until her toes were barely brushing the floor.
          
          ​"He got his punishment, jaan," he whispered. He held her so close she could feel the steady, thrumming beat of his chest. His eyes were dark—a dangerous mix of possessiveness and a silent warning. "So stop. I don't like my Khushbo cursing."
          
          ​Khushbo's mouth hung open, ready to argue, but he silenced her by pressing his thumb firmly against her lower lip. The contact was electric, sending a jolt straight through her.
          
          ​"And I wouldn't want our kids picking up this habit later," he added, his voice dropping to a low, intimate level that made her skin tingle.
          
          ​Khushbo's brain is  officially short-circuited. Kids? They hadn't even shared a proper kiss, and here FAIYAAZ CHOWDHURY was, already claiming her future and the children they hadn't even made yet.
          
          
          
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          Book:"Short Circuit "

Hey ... how're you?
          
          Are you ok? Where did you disappear, and why?
          
          
          

Authorrr sahibaaaa....Youuu backkkk....I was Missing u and your Stories soo much Fr..ywarrrrr ...Am so excited for this New Chem Plzz Do update As soon as possible..IlYSM ..✨❤️

Ramadan Mubarak ❤✨ Naiza ❤ & all✨
          May Allah bless all of us in this blessed month✨ and fill our life with Barakah ❤& his endless mercy ❤

Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing wonderful. ✨
          
          ​As many of you know, Naqsha-E-Mohabbat was unfortunately deleted by Wattpad. It's been a tough month—I've  lost NEM and FHTD recently—but what can I do? *crying*
          
          ​I’ve decided to re-upload Naqsha-E-Mohabbat, but with a major twist. I'll be posting a newly edited version with significant plot changes starting around Chapter 22/23. To be honest, the first version didn't go exactly the way I wanted it to, and I think you're going to love the new direction this journey is taking!
          
          ​I truly hope you’ll stick by me through this fresh start. I've missed you all and can’t wait to know your thoughts .
          
          ​Take care and stay safe,
          
          ​Love,
          Naiza ❤️

Hey...say something about the update of N E M and FHTD?????

Are you really not going to continue on Wattpad? Please continue for us*crying*