The sequel to THE PSYCHIC NEXT DOOR and THE PSYCHIC WITHIN and the third and final book in THE PSYCHIC CURSE series.

#Ranked 4 (27/07/19). Thank you so much my beautiful readers. Hanya Qureshi, a nineteen year old pampered daughter of Mrs & Mr. Qureshi, and a loving and caring younger sister of Hareem Qureshi. Zain Abdullah, a twenty six year old multi- millionaire. A loving son of Mrs & Mr.Abdullah and a caring and affectionate brother of Zarine Abdullah. He rules the business world, he is very possessive about his family. He is definitely a role model for every youngsters and every mother see a good son in law in him. But what happen when suddenly things changes or Relation changes??? "Hanya, we're glad you said that on your own. We all think that you'll be the perfect bride for him. You should get married to him." Her parents said. Three lives tied together, three relations that were given to them and every relation changed in a blink. Cover credit goes to @delicate_psyche

assalamu alaikkum readers...!! This book is dedicated to my 2 real soulful friends for dunya and ahira...(masha allah).. @hajarshiyam @fathifaha33 ' i never thought that i would call you my best friend' 'i never though i would call you with endearments..' 'i never thought i would cry in your shoulder' 'i never thought i would open up to you'. 'i never thought i would be this dependent on you'. 'i never thought i could love some one else more than me' 'i never thought someone could understand my unshed tears unspoken words..... unreaveled self..... unheard feelings..... and most of all un found "ME"..' ' i never thought that someone could break the bubble around be '.. 'i never thought i would love someone to moon and back..'. 'i never thought that i would miss you more than anything...'. 'i never thought i would be longing just to see your face and to have a big hug..' here you guyz made me do all this and making me... with all my heart and all my will love you both.. HAJAR & FAHAMA beyond love , ASHFA❤

This is not a story but just a few random stuffs that I think almost all the wattpad readers over here face.. Also, it's not necessary that I personally experience everything I put up over here.. These are just relate-able facts of Wattpadians! ;)

"Deah=light, Yusor=easiness, Razan=straight (مستقيم). It is no coincidence that Allah SWT (God) chose the three that literally describe the path to Jennah (paradise)" - Layla Barakat (Mother of Deah Barakat) The three left the world, were shot dead by an atheist, but they left behind a legacy. They are our inspiration.They are our heroes.They are the three winners❤

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.