"Look Ayan...," I started, ready to announce my decision, "I know your brother is a total weirdo and can't do romance and stuff but I can't ignore his good qualities. I mean it's not like I am head over heels for him but yeah, he seems like a good guy. Now, if he proves to be a jerk in future, then I'm sure I won't think twice before breaking his bones. Therefore, you can tell him I'm ready for the marriage." "Well thank you, my lady. I promise you won't regret your decision," I heard him and immediately recognised the owner of the voice. It wasn't Ayan. Shit!! Did I just make a fool of myself in front of HIM. Oh my Allah! "And about that romance thing..." He spoke again as he turned to me and I swear I could hear my heartbeats, "I'll prove you wrong after marriage." . . . Ashiya Zarin, a 24 year old practicing muslimah who is crazy, sweet and innocent. She's cheerful and loves to make others happy. What happens when she meets Ahan Rahman, a smart, straightforward and serious guy? Start reading to know about their journey full of comedy, surprises and of course romance.

"I'm thinking of meeting a girl for your marriage. Would you like to come along as well?" His mother declared. "A girl? Just one?" he said disappointedly. "Hassan. Be serious." She said with tiredness. He looked at his mother with such blatant innocence and said, "I wish my mother loved me and prayed for my happiness." Rubab got up and shook her head moving towards the door saying, "One day you'll have that tone of yours put to death for "A girl" that's what your mother prays." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Hassan Sultan has only ever felt right doing things the wrong way; the most chaotic man. Seher Jamal has only needed spontaneous excitement for her survival; the girl who loses interest too quickly.

'Be mine, Maya' He declared, anticipating for my response. 'I have to go' I managed to stutter, my vision getting blurry with tears. I tried to leave but he pushed me back against the wall. 'Please Zain...I have to go...' I sobbed. 'No' He shook his head, not agreeing to let me go. 'I know you are scared but I have seen it...I know you have feelings for me too, don't push me away...it'll be a sin if we are not together' He moved his hands to my face to wipe the tears away from my eyes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story of Zain and Maya. The complete opposites. We all know the story of the opposites, don't we? The story of those who shouldn't have crossed paths but did... who shouldn't have fallen for each other but did. But what if the story has a conflict between love and self-respect? And what if there is a dark secret from the past? Can you still fall for the person who isn't right for you? And how can you stop wanting someone you can't have?

He was sitting on bed in front of me in white shirwani. The look of utter adoration and devotion was completely visible in his ocean blue eyes. So much love in those eyes and I couldn't reciprocate even a percent of it. The guilt starting eating me up and I looked away from his face toward the wall. "You look utterly beautiful." His soft and smooth voice reached my ears. My black hair were down my waist and I was wearing only a nose ring and some bangles with my lahnga as he asked. "So beautiful and Lost." The words came out as a whisper. "Does the thought of living with me upsets you that much Noor?" The guilt clogged my throat. "Its not like that." I whispered and a sad smile took its place on his face. He took my hand in his. "I hope one day, You will be able to love me even half as much as you loved Hudhayfah." A tear escaped my eyes on his name. His face appeared in my mind. My words were stuck in my throat. Something flashed in his eyes maybe a realization. He looked at me and got a bit close. "I wonder if you will be okay If I do this." He raised his hand and cupped my face. I didn't have time to evaluate before his lips fell on temple as he caressed my cheek. They remained there for long as I struggled internally. A part of me wanted to push him away and other just imagined Hudhayfah's lips on my temple. It was the part that never wanted to let him go. That part won because when he pulled away. I saw grey eyes rather then ocean blue. I knew I easily gave in. It wasn't that I couldn't let go. It was just that I didn't want to let go. ✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ Read to find out what will happen further in Noor's journey of letting go and learning more about her husband's murder and trying save her family from her dead husband's Mafia family. Sequal to "His secrets" can't be read as a stand alone. #40 in suspense on 24/02/2020 #07 in love again on 24/02/2020 #30 in spiritual on 21/05/20 #30 in halal

COMPLETED!✔🔱✅ "Don't worry little one there is no one here to save you from me, you don't know how desperately I have waited for this moment," he said coming closer to me, his breath fanning my face, I glared at him and looked again for someone around me but couldn't find anyone, I smiled.. looking back to this monster in front of me "Oh! you thought I was looking for some one to save me from you! I was just watching that is there anyone to witness me kicking your ass! " I said with a smirk His facial expressions changed into furious one his eyes turned cold as ice making me gulp harder "Let's see," he said gritting his teeth.... Coming dangerously closer..... Ehteshaam, 28-year old heartless monster of underworld but perfect and very successful businessman, the CEO of Ahmed Corporation as well as Devilishly handsome and sinfully sexy but with dark past, no one can ever imagine...... The leader of a most feared gang "the Salvation" The gang which has his power all over the whole continent, no one ever tried to mess with them because they know what will be the consequences. The man who possesses power, money, and fame but......something missing from his life, He is eager to get one and the only girl he had his eyes on.... ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Meet MAHROSH a simple girl with friends and a loving family she has a blind trust on Allah SWT it's her belief that whatever happens in life happens for a reason What will happen when two opposites attract each other? A story of love,power and revenge ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO THERE WILL BE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES. IF U ARE GRAMMAR NAZI AND CANT STAND THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES, SO, BE AWARE! P.s be patient while reading this story :) Allhumdullilah #353 in romance on 2nd feb 2018 😊 #1 muslimlovestory on 6th oct 2020 😊

"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart. "Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated. She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely. He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly. "Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling. "Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back. *** The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work. His life was pretty normal until she entered his life. He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply. Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together. But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else?? Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

He started walking toward her, causing her to instinctively take a few steps back. Before she knew it, she was pressed between the car and her husband, with no way to escape. Her breathing deepened as he gently held her chin, lifting it so that she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "Aap mujhe avoid kar rahi hain?" His voice was calm, but the question felt more like a statement. Her throat tightened, her voice stuck. She could only shake her head in denial. (Are you avoiding me?) "Nahi?" he repeated, slightly raising an eyebrow, as if daring her to lie. (No?) "Aisi... aisi koi baat nahi hai," she stammered, quickly ducking her head down as he loosened his grip on her chin. (It's...It's nothing like that) ------ Aisha grew up finding solace in her faith, which shaped her values and dreams of building a loving, faith-filled home. Since high school, she'd harbored a soft spot for Omar, a family friend whose ambition and drive set him on a different path. While Omar respected his parents' beliefs, his focus was on building a successful business, and over time, he distanced himself from religion, feeling isolated even within his close-knit family. When their families proposed marriage, Omar agreed out of respect, viewing it as a formality rather than a heartfelt commitment. A year into their marriage, Aisha found herself yearning for a connection that Omar, still focused on his ambitions, seemed unable to give. Yet, hints of change began to emerge, offering hope for a journey that might bring them closer, rooted in love and faith.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

He craved to take my innocence. He hungered to claim me. All I craved was to belong to him. ARMAAN PODDAR The moment I laid eyes on Abhira, I knew I had to possess her, no matter the cost. Some might call me ruthless for leveraging her father's failure to repay me in kind, for seizing Abhira as my compensation. But she was mine to take, and in my world, when I desired something, I seized it. And oh, how I desired her. She was merely a pawn in our game, collateral damage when her father faltered in his obligations. They think it's a mere week of possession. They're in for a surprise. I plan to keep her, body and soul. ABHIRA My father's debt to Armaan Poddar left me at his mercy, and he seemed to relish in it, especially when he claimed me as his prize. Having harbored an unspoken attraction to the dominant businessman for years, I found myself torn between fear and excitement about what lay ahead. He wanted me for a week, to use me however he pleased. He hungered for my innocence. But I understood this was more than a simple transaction. This was about Armaan's craving to own me completely, to possess every part of who I was. And as twisted as it might seem, I yearned to surrender myself entirely to him. WARNING: This story delves into dark desires, featuring a commanding Armaan who plays dirty and dominates even dirtier. It's a wild ride, explicit and intense, leaving you breathless and eager for more.