Layla Hayat is many things; philanthropist, introvert, gymnast, bad drummer, prodigal daughter of a famous designer... ....Forgiving is not one of them. 6 years have passed since HE broke her heart. What on earth could have brought him back into her life? Azaan Malik is many things; Ambitious, Former class clown, Unapologetic flirt, Commitment-phobic, Food stealer... ....Quitter is not one of them. He wants to regain what he once lost: Layla's trust. Nothing will stop him from breaking down the walls she is determined to build around herself. WARNING: Slightly Mature Language. Some scenes may be disturbing.

"Zaabit Bhai!! What are you doing?" I begin to walk back as his sturdier figure became close. "You aren't supposed to be here, Zaabit Bhai" I begin to scream because for the past few weeks since I have arrived back. He never came this close to me. What's the sudden change? "Stop calling me Zaabit Bhai.... Bhai ...Bhai ...damn it" his dark black eyes boring into me and I fear them ever since that day. "I didn't give you the permission to call me that. For you I am just Zaabit" he said in between his clench teeth. The fear of seeing me in different light became reality. I fear him. I fear him from that day. I fear him in day and night. He even haunts me in my dreams. Even when I went oceans away. ~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥ A journey of two souls beginning with different emotions. Like the meaning of her name, Saama vowed to hate him until her last breath. Zaabit like his name he remembers that she has always been his. Saama is an aspiring writer who can go to any length to bring the characters of her novels into life. Even if that meant for her to suffer. She wants to be the best romance writer who envisioned the life of her characters in detail ways. She is a bookworm along with having other qualities like she is always happy, talks to everyone disregarding age, careful of hurting others and unlike typical bookworm girl she is beautiful inside and out Zaabit is a Captain in the army. He is quite, cold, ruthless person who doesn't listen to anybody. Zaabit is like a crazy horse when he is out of the army attire. He hates being ordered around and is a clever man who remembers everything in detail. He has always been Obsessed with Saama since childhood's days. His obsession to make her his has led Saama to hate him. He had always found comfort in her. *Please do not copy*

Zoha visits her old town only to reminisce over the lost teenage years, but is hurled into the old, almost dilapidated manor she made the mistake to breach the boundaries of. Torture, politics, magic, run-ins, and secrets. Her hopes keep growing and rising up in the air, so much so that an entire castle builds up amidst the clouds. One severe blow of the winter wind and the castle will perish. Why is heartbreak inevitable in every story? Why do dreams not come true? Why do people keep secrets? And most importantly, why do people let others down? --- It's your dose of family drama with a bit of mystery, sweet waves of romance, sprinkles of fantasy and the undeniable peace of spirituality.

❝𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲❞ Story of a 20 years aged woman called Husna Ara, a youthful dreamer living in poverty; who was forcedly married to Bilal Akhter,a well established young army officer, yet a helpless son. Husna was compelled to be a nurse of her paralyzed 67 years old mother-in-law with an emotional blackmail.Stamping the broken pieces of a dream she cherished,she embraced the sicknesses, tantrums & agony of an old paralyzed woman few steps far from death. Their heart fluttered in paralysis, drenching in melancholy,regrets and unbeknownst emotions for each other. How will a youthful heart cross the paths of a paralyzed old heart ? ⚠︎𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛,𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 ⚠︎ 1st ranking in #muslim 31/07/2021 🥇𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

From the outside, I may look like I'm just like any other girl but inside, I'm a mess. My life changed all because of what I witnessed and suffered five years ago. That one night still haunts me; just like the 'Blackmailer' from my present. Oh and yes, there's a boy. There always is one, right? But will it lead to anything? Since I'm a hooded hijabi. [ "If dunya is your focus then quite frankly I don't know the answer to your question either. However, Ali, we keep forgetting the real purpose of our life which is why we fail to attain peace. Your purpose should be Him."] Read #TheHoodedHijabi for a dose of a spiritual fiction with a dash of thrill, mystery and halal romance.

[not a student-teacher romance] [wattpad featured story] For Rabail her entire world revolves around the ideals, traditions, and honor of her family, but fate brings her face to face with one person who clashes with each and everything that is important to her. Suddenly her honored family is not so perfect and slanderous secrets are threatening to come out, and her heart is at risk of falling in love with the man who shattered her ideal world. While life has brought at crossroads of either hurting her family or the man who became so dear to her. Khan's world is limited to his books and his words. His doors are closed to the world and he is content living in his own darkness until Rabail literally forces herself in his life. Once he has gotten a taste of the light that she carries, suddenly his comfortable darkness becomes too suffocating, leaving him with cravings of light. Now, his heart is daring him to live and love, but what about all the times he swore to never trust another soul? ///// Mature [for self-harm]

what would you do if you have no other choice but to marry someone your beloved one chooses? against your wish? and you can't refuse to it! if you are tied to someone for the rest of your life against your will! ----------------------------- "i'm fine with you marrying me, but you have to promise me one thing" he said in a stern voice. "what?"i asked just above a whisper. "you will take care of my sister just like a mother" -------------------------------- jannat elamin had her life planned out, graduate from a reputed engineering college to follow in her father's foot steps, work and make her father proud and well that's all. marriage was something on her never-to do list. aabid hamadi is a broken man. he had everything except love in his life. he lost his family's love at the age of 20 and was left to parent his 2 year old sister along with the responsibility of his father's huge company. he had cut ties with most of his family left save for a few cousins and his favorite uncle mustafa elamin. seeing aabid's condition, mustafa, the proud father of two children, jannat and jihan, arranges his second daughter jannat's life with his. despite both wanting to refuse, they cannot. aabid for the sake of his baby sister and his dear uncle, jannat, for not wanting to disappoint her father. will this chemistry work? since both are on hating terms since childhood. the only thing holding them together is little ilham. (complete)

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

Hemayal and Ibrahim - two souls who weren't against each other, destiny was. After many years of intentional silence at both ends, one rainy afternoon and a loud crash of cars bring two people back together who know each other and yet have centuries between them. A story where coincidences are real and when they come to haunt you, there's no escaping.

Adj~ mysterious and entrancing ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face. "Answer the maulvi" his father spoke. "Son" his mother pestered from his side. His eyes landed on Hiba's expectant ones. She looked from across the veil questioning his delay. He shook his head as he placed the tip of the pen on the paper, a single stroke formed on the paper but that very moment a frantic Ayan ran in the room. "Turn on the tv right now" he yelled making Hamza to oblige right away. "There had been an accident on the motorway car LEB-780 has been hit by a troller on its way out of the city, the hit has caused an explosion rendering the passengers severely injured and are critical condition-" "That's- that's the car maula bakhsh took to drop-" His ears numbed as the pen dropped on the floor, his heart stopped, his eyes stuck on the TV screen. "Bhai!" He ran out of the house and got in his car, the engine roared and soon he was on the road. ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ ~| Slow paced book |~ I hope you enjoy 😘 love hafsa_tahir