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Afiya  by Amila12
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You're mine and you know it.What happened between you and captain was destined.I am yours both here and in the hereafter biiznillah,the sooner you realize it the easier the ride will be for both of us babyy.Umar drawled as he kissed her forehead and walked towards the door....Never ever come near me again you piece of shit said Afiya hoarsely.Welcome back baby monster he said walking out of the room.
Labiba by bilkyysu
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COMPLETED English/Hausa For someone who has never had it easy in life, Labiba believed her world has finally come to an end when she was practically forced into marrying her dead sister's husband. But if there's one thing that'll make her tolerate Salim Magatakarda, it's Laila, his one year old daughter who just happens to be her niece and the love of her life.
Unrequited Love by _coffee_
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Loving someone who doesn't notice your existence is hard. Loving someone who loves someone else is even harder. But, darling, I guess that's love.
Tame | ✔ by angelofegypt
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Book 1 of The Quest Series/Winner of the Watty Awards Undiscovered Gems of 2014 "Why try to fit in, when you were born to stand out?" -Dr Suess After being married off to a wealthy gentleman from the West, Leila is sent over to live with her so-called husband. Having never met him before, what she sees upon her arrival is something she has never thought possible, for the man is nothing like he is supposed to be. Spiritual #29 General Fiction #128 07/30/2014
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.