Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

The last thing Amna wanted in her life was to get married. Being British, the last thing she expected was to get married to a sheikh! Two very different worlds collide, the differences are great and the problems on their path only seem to increase by the day, will their arranged marriage survive? Or rather will they ever fall in love? Or will their pride get in their way and ruin any chances of staying married?

Meet Peter Feterson. A Jewish who is drowned in the midst of lies, betrayal and lust. A son to a powerful family, he refuses to accept himself in this worldly life and autonomously having a decent life on his own. Goodly past of Islam put out a huge curiosity to him. He really needs someone to point out about the beauty of Islam, not the false rumours by the media. Meet Aisha Ahmed. A girl who has everything. She learns living a happy life with her single mother and achieved to work on her dream place. When she meets the broken Peter, she soon realises that everything can be saved if we take the first step toward. And yes. Opposites do attract. Join the embarking journey between Peter and Aisha accompanied with sparks, hatred and trust. #80 in Spiritual || 12/28/2016 #35 in Spiritual || 29/4/2017 #15 in Spiritual || 27/5/2017 1/15/2016 - 1/1/2017 [COMPLETED] UNEDITED

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*