PS :- It's not a horror story. Reader : So, it is not a horror story? Author : It is a horror story but not an actual horror story. Reader : It is a horror story then? Author : Maybe or Maybe not. Reader : You are confusing me now. Author : Hehe, read through to find your answers. Disclaimer : This is a story so maybe you will not find a logical explanation to everything and please ignore my errors. No.of parts : 6(rest are notes) Started : 25th Nov 2019 Ended : 31st Dec 2019

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

Having lost her home, her family and struggling in a dilapidated flat with her 3 nephews and nieces, Zohra must contend with her strong feelings for Zayn in the quest for the truth. Unable to trust Zayn, Zohra must trust her instincts. Did Zayn lead her sister towards her death? Still in constant contact with Kash, will he save Zohra from Zayn's tempestuous behaviour? A story about betrayal, passion, family duties and jealousy. Indulge in the world of Zohra Zafar who existed in her sister's shadow in her life and death. Part II of In My Sister's Shadow- Catching Him Out

"Green, don't die on me! I can't lose you too.ً" Hamsa Tahir is free-willed, she's bold, she's stubborn. And she's a Muslim. Her parents were killed in the English invasion of their country, and ever since, she lived her life vehemently hating non-Muslims and all they stood for. Sebastian Walsh is cynical, he's arrogant, he's hotheaded. And he's an English man! Not just any English man; he's the son of the invader of Hamsa's land. His mother died at the hands of Muslims when he was young and he grew up with extreme loath for every Muslim's guts. After an unfortunate incident forces them together, no two people could hate each other more than these two do. But what happens when they find themselves forced to trust and help each other in order to survive?

Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.