She never chose this marriage. He never wanted it. One drowns his nights in alcohol. The other clings to her faith, holding on when everything around her threatens to break. Living under the same roof becomes a battle of endurance, of pain and silence. But when fate delivers an unexpected turn, everything begins to change. Regret stirs. Hearts shift. And what began as suffering slowly transforms into something neither of them saw coming. WALIJA is a story of faith, love, and redemption - a journey from heartbreak to healing, proving that even the deepest wounds can bloom into mercy, forgiveness, and forever.

Everyone has that one life changing moment, That moment defines you. It shapes who you are as a person, and pushes you down the path that leads to the rest of your life. Sometimes you see it coming from a mile away, but other times it happens in a split second. That's how it went for me, one quick flash and my life was completely derailed I see the beautiful bridesmaids and the cute little flower girl, walking down the isle. Then I saw a handicapped stranger sitting on a wheelchair at the bridal stage. My eyes meet his immediately as i stand by the door. I froze, feeling my heartbeat quicken. They opened the double door wider allowing me to walk through it with my friends and family.

we all know that sometimes a lie could get you in trouble sometimes but for faiza it got her in love....A Nigerian based novel Completed✅

Ilhaam Moosa is anything but ordinary. With stunning looks, a personality that attracts everybody within a 3km radius, and a stellar academic record, she's envied by almost everybody around her. All the boys want her and all the girls want to be her. However, when she chooses to dedicate her life to Allah, can she handle the change that comes with it? Above that, will this change push everyone away from her, or simply attract those that will be there with her forever? Join Ilhaam on this journey of love and life, with all its ups and downs.

Always remember when you Fall in love Make it Halal and take them To Jannah. Here's bringing you a story which will change your view on everything. To make you believe that everything is not in your control and everything that happens...happens for your own good. Something everyone can relate to, a series of doubts, trust, faith, temptations, trials and Love. Ayaat wants nothing from life but to be happy and to make others around her happy but she also believe's that Allah gave us this life so he could test us. So what happens....when Allah SWT tests her? will she pass the test? Read on to find out!! Lots of love. Zoya!

"Mummyji." Ishita softly called her mother-in-law mixing the wheat dough. "Haa, puttar bol." Toshiji replied peeling the boiled potatoes. "Bachpanme, Raman aapko leke bohot possessive honge na?" She casually added. (Raman might have been very possessive about in childhood, no?) "Nahi toh. Raman toh bohot understanding raha hai hamesha se." Toshiji chuckled "Haa apni dadise chipke reheta tha but bohot caring raha hai hamesha se. Books, games, pocket money sab kuch share karta tha Simmi aur Romi se. Haa Romi bohot rota tha jab koi Rinki ko thoda bohot bhi attention dedata." (Nope. He has been quite understanding. Yes he was clingy with his grandmother. But he used to share his books, games even pocket money with his siblings. Romi was a attetion seeker though.) "Really?" Ishita asked in disbelief. "Hmmm. Tera Raman bohot acha hai." Toshiji winked making her blush. (Hmmm. Your Raman is very nice.) "Kya Mummyji aap bhi." Toshiji laughed at her daughter-in-law reaction. (Mummyji, not you too.) Ishita covered the dough with a plate, wondering about the change in Raman's personality. As with her Raman is anything but Understanding. He is clingy, demanding and possessive as hell. Ishita pouted remembering how he didn't even let her stay at her parent's house. His excuses always ready before she even makes plan to visit her parents. How he tore that beautiful red dress because 3rd quarter was too short according to him. How he fired his employee because 2 second was too much to stare his wife. How ... "Ishita" Sighed as his voice echoed in whole house. Holding the tray with freshly brewed coffee, she climbed the stairs to attend Her Possessive Husband. ******* As the title says, a tale about sweet Ishita and Her Possessive Husband. Peak inside for more. Regards ~Gia ***** Highest Ranking #6 on arrangemarriage 06/08/2021 #18 on generalfiction 11/08/2021 #14 on indianlovestory 24/08/2021

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..........{#13 spiritual} 04/02/16 It all started with a pen and a paper!!! Almira had to sign a contract to save her father from the millionaira. she is to marry the millionaira's son and change him into an husband material within one year but everything became more complicated when her next door neighbor turns out to be her long lost love who hates her so much for marrying someone else. will she tell him it was all a Contract?will he stop hating her?will she get to change the millionaira's son within one year? please give this book a chance!!" What's hot #13 on 04/02/16 #33 on 10/01/16 (SLOWLY EDITING)!!

Manal Ibrahim is a 14 year old girl 👩 who follows her dreams. She is the last of 4 children, she finds new friends and starts a new life let's read the story and see how her life as a teenager would be 💃💃💃

(#32 in spiritual🔥 on 31-01-2018) EDITING. My name is Hayrah Adil. I'm 24 years old and blessed with an adorable baby girl Maya. I've been married to my husband, Abdul-jabbar Marwan for the past four years now and I've never been happier. He treats me like a queen. He made me to forget the bad and tough times I experienced before. He's my knight in shining armor. He's the love of my life. Jabbar really did a lot for me. I came from a poor family. I'm an orphan. My fathered died when I was 15. He left me with only my mom and small brother zayd. Jabbar lost his father too, five years ago. I met Jabbar at the company he worked when I was doing my NYSC program. He kept Chasing me around. Buying food stuff for us. That time I hated him. Overnight Allah changed my feelings towards Jabbar. I love Jabbar so much, not because of his money but for the sake of Allah. His mom and his two junior sisters hate my sight. They hate me with all their hearts. They think I'm here because of his money. I always try my best to impress his mom but she never seem to care. "A poor and filthy brat like you shouldn't be anywhere close to my son" that's what his mom says all the time. She hates me with all her life. That's why she's planning on ruining my marriage with Jabbar. And Insha Allah it will never happen.