When his first love rejected him Hassan took it personal, he wanted her so bad, while for Rahma love was never a priority she was scared of the pain and wounds it would cause her just like her past did.... But Hassan wanted to heal her and in return he wanted her and her love

Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her family laid out for her. But when she meets Al-Amin, her world is turned upside down. As Ruqayyah experiences the joys and struggles of first love, she must confront new emotions, challenges, and choices that will shape her future. Join Ruqayyah on a heartfelt journey of love, faith, and self-discovery as she navigates the delicate balance between family, tradition, and her own heart.

Her laughter didn't belong in his world. It was too soft, too warm-melting through the ice he had spent years perfecting. Aarav Raichand watched her from the shadows, jaw clenched, fists tight. She was not supposed to matter. Not supposed to slip past his defenses. Yet, there she was, sitting at his dinner table, making everyone smile, filling the empty spaces he had long ignored. She didn't belong to them. She belonged to him. His wife. His contract. His possession. Then why did it feel like he was the one losing control?

READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.

"Why?" she whispered. "WHY?!!! ABUBAKAR WHY?!!!" she screamed. Her voice sounded inhumane. I flinched and watched as she broke down crying again. "Look at the pain you are causing her" my father's voice uttered behind me. I couldn't look away from the sight of my mother crying. "Who would have thought my very own flesh and blood would be so callous. You disgust me Abubukar." He said brushing past me to comfort my mother. The room was suddenly filled with a bright light and I watched as they walked towards the light. My father turned to me. "May Allah have mercy on your soul" ********************** Parties, women and drugs were a usual for Abubakar 'Abba' Abdullahi. He lived without a care in the world and he wasn't about to change it for the world. Or so he thought. A reckless decision one rainy night leads him on a new journey of self discovery. But will it be enough to save him? ****** Book 2 of The Loving Khalifa Series. It can be read as a standalone.

COMPLETED. |Book one in the Royal Series| --- In the realm of royalty, chance encounters are not mere happenstance; they are ordained by destiny. They are destined to cross our paths, shaping our lives or altering theirs. Witness the tale of two fractured souls, their fates intertwined by the hand of destiny. Their meeting was not orchestrated; instead, it was decreed by fate itself. Within the opulent halls of the palace, amidst whispers of courtly intrigue, they found solace in each other's presence. -- "I love you with every fiber of my being," declared Ariana, her voice echoing through the grand chambers. "If I were faced with the choice between drawing breath and proclaiming my love for you, I would choose the latter without hesitation," professed Aryan, his words resounding with sincerity and devotion. --- A²🥀 Royal x Simple☘️ Started; 5|9|21 Completed; 29|1|23. © rukayyatuuu No plagiarism of this book!!

Book one In the housewife series

BOOK TWO IN THE HOUSEWIVES SERIES Disquiet Ardor Her name is Lailarh. The girl who laughs like her ribs never caved in, Who spins joy from ashes Not because life's been kind, But because she mastered the art of smiling with a broken jaw. From the outside, she's sunlight But inside? She's a room where the curtains never part, Where memories hide under the bed like monsters too real to name. Touched too early Not with love, but with silence. Molested by shadows she couldn't outrun, Yet they called her "strong." As if survival was a medal, Not a scream trapped in her throat. Then came him The boy with everything, Except peace He wore swagger like armor, But he was drowning in powders and pills Chasing numb in alleyways lit by pain He never trusted love. Said it was a myth they sold in movies. But her laugh It made him believe for a second They met like wildfires Sparks Smoke Chaos that felt like home. But two broken mirrors can't reflect a full picture So they clashed Beautifully Disastrously She wanted healing He wanted escape She needed space to breathe. He needed something stronger than air. And yet Somewhere between the bruises and boundaries, The highs and goodbyes, There was... something. Not quite love Not quite ruin Just disquiet ardor. A kind of fire that doesn't warm But still burns real Her name is Lailarh And she's not your savior Not your victim Just a girl Trying to bloom With haunted roots.

There is a thin line between love and hate. A delicate balance, a twist of fate. A tender glance, a fiery gaze. A gentle touch, a heated shove. Yet in the balance we are known to reside, where love and hate collide in our hearts. So as we walk the line and we embrace the fire, with the love that soothes and the hate that tires.. along the line, we realize that something so strong, can only ever be compared to something even stronger. Such is the case for Khayrah Ammal and Muhammad Adnaan. Where in the pursuit of disdain, lines get crossed and what we thought was so clearly hate, turns out to be something softer, something with a promise. Though, with all love stories, there can never be a promise of a happily ever after. Something so close might sometimes be farther than we think.

This is a slowburn romance! There will be no hugging and cuddling by chapter twenty, so read at your own risk.. Madinah had gone her entire life lurking in other peoples shadows. What happens when the one person who had the power to bring her into the light wants nothing to do with her? Atleast not in the way she wanted everything to do with him. She was the light at the end of his dark dark tunnel, literally, figuratively. But when you're in darkness for long enough, you start to relish it, so much so that you find a home in it. He wanted nothing to do with her light, but just as the sun encompasses the night daily, Madinah may just encompass Adeels darkness.