"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

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Tahajjud Prayer & Tahajjud Dua (The Definitive Guide) How to perform Tahajjud Prayer? This is a complete guide to Night Prayer (Tahajjud Prayer). You'll be guided step-by-step until you are done. In this book, you'll learn about anything related to night prayer, such as: How to niyyah (intention) Time to perform •What is the difference between Thajjud and qiyam- ul layl. What's dua to recite ... and lots more. Tahajjud is actually love. When you're in Sajdah and your eyes start to talk to Allah, you cry your heart out filling the prayer mat with tears. You just keep on speaking to Allah and telling Him everything that bothers you. And when you get up you feel like you have transferred all your worries and problems to Him. Your heart feels so much lighter than it was before. You feel easy. You feel at peace. May Allah make it easy for us. Ameen!

"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. • Halimah. Hassan. Their initial encounter was not their first as they had met before, though it did not feel like that in the beginning . Halimah's heart fluttered with the unfamiliar sensation of attraction, and her thoughts wandered to this enigmatic 'stranger' who had stirred her emotions. As days turned into weeks , their paths continued to intertwine, like two lost stars drawn towards each other in the vast night sky. In the end, it was a journey of love for the sake of Allah, filled with struggles that tested its strength. But is love truly enough?

In their neighborhood, rumors about Zain and his father linger like shadows. Though they've lived here for over two decades, Zain remains an enigma-a silent storm with a tragic aura shaped by whispers of his mother's mysterious death. His cold, guarded demeanor has always kept others at a distance. But Farhana, the fierce and headstrong daughter of the Chief of Army Staff, is far from intimidated. She meets his coldness with her own fierce resolve, believing he truly despises her-and she's more than willing to hate him back. What Farhana doesn't know is that Zain's icy exterior hides feelings he's harbored since the day they met. He's tried to bury them, thinking the distance will make them disappear. But every defiant look she throws his way only draws him in deeper, igniting a conflict between resentment and an undeniable pull. Their connection isn't a game; it's a battle of wills, a spark that only grows hotter with every clash, until both must confront the truth: sometimes, the strongest love emerges from the most unyielding hearts.

Hafsa, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, has lived her life trapped by the invisible chains of a deeply traditional Hausa-Fulani society. Determined to avoid the stigma of being labeled a divorcée, she endured a marriage that eventually broke her. Now divorced, she faces a harsh reality-freedom tainted by societal judgment. Her beauty draws countless admirers, yet the moment her past is revealed, they scatter like whispers in the wind. Her family urges her to remarry, pushing her to choose from suitors who see only her outward allure. But Hafsa isn't ready to settle again-not for convenience, not for approval. She craves something far more precious: healing, peace, and the chance to rebuild her shattered self. Amidst the relentless scrutiny, Ibrahim enters her life-a man who sees her beyond the labels. Quiet, strong, and unyielding, he becomes her anchor in the storm. Ibrahim watches over her, shields her from the cruelty of the world, and gently mends the wounds she's too afraid to show. Against all odds, he fights to be with her, defying a society that deems their love impossible. In a world where the scars of divorce threaten to define her, Hafsa must decide: will she let the stigma shatter her dreams, or will she take Ibrahim's hand and rewrite her story on her own terms? A moving tale of resilience, self-discovery, and an all-consuming love that rises above the noise of judgment and tradition. This is Hafsa's journey-a battle to reclaim her life and prove that even in a world of broken expectations, love can conquer all.

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A collection of short stories ~ Want handsome, wealthy, and possessive men who'll make your heart race? Don't worry-I've got you covered. Check these out and feel the butterflies! ♡♡♡ Tropes ~ arrange marriage ✓ cousin marriage ✓ age gap ✓ possessive man ✓ Desi romance ✓ Spicy ✓ ♡♡♡ Stories: Arzoo (Completed) Nazo (Completed) Mi Sol (Completed) Sajna (Completed) Junoon (Completed) - mature content - translation available (only for the first story😭)