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His silence is his Pride (ON HOLD) by Girlwithpearl
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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.
The Big Fat Indian Wedding... With One Direction! by musically_insane
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Zayn Malik's elder sister, Doniya Malik, is getting married! There is going to be food, music, fun.... and One Direction! What happens when Niall stuffs himself up with lots of street food from Delhi? What happens when Louis, Zayn and Liam get mobbed by the fans? What happens when Harry finds a friend and a confidante in an unlikely chocolate-eyed girl? This is going to be the wedding of the year! In the incredible and colorful land of Bollywood, Saris, Diwali: India, One Direction are going to have a whirlwind experience while Doniya ties the knot with the love of her life. One Direction is going to be there. YOU are invited! So... are you coming?
Loves To Hate Her (a Muslim love story) by SkittleLOVEer
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There is a broken man sitting next to me, but his blinding smile acts as glue to those who glanced at him. I can only see his side profile but I am faced with the unfiltered truth that this man is my husband. We are not in love, but I do not think we even love ourselves. The camera man tells Ahmed to wrap his arms around me for an artful photo. When I feel his strong arms around my waist he turns to look at me, his face so close that our noses touch. "Smile, Aleemah. It is your wedding." When the camera clicks I know that only hatred and misunderstandings stain the picture, and my heart clenches knowing that this man will never love me as I have begun to love him.