Some loves do not fade quietly. They burn, painfully, fiercely, intensely, leaving wounds, scars, and ashes. Every love leaves something behind, this one leaves nothing but ashes. Will the ashes drift into nothingness..... or will a new fire rise from them? Ashes of Love is a story about loving deeply, losing painfully, and choosing indifference when anger would be easier. PJ❤️

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW 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.

Asiya Zayyad: A talented fashion designer, naive, shy, and innocent sixteen-year-old girl that went through hard circumstances to get what she wants and on the other hand she is a boss lady, nobody knows she is the billionaire behind the mask, not even her real family Ahmad Rashad: He is every bit intimidating, handsome, hot, rich, and has a soft spot for everyone close to him, he found his missing piece after being broken-hearted. He sets to protect Asiya from his dangerous friend, Salim, but he didn't realize that in the process of protecting her, he fell in love with her. You'll come across many typos in the beginning of this story, I'm sorry about that but I promise to proof read and edit after finishing the novel🙏. Thank you wattpad fam❤️.

Hello, I'm Afrar Massoud-only daughter of a billionaire. Half Arab, a top fashion designer in Africa, and unapologetically egotistical, I've always believed the world begins and ends with me. My father's pride, his only link to my late mother-I've lived life on my terms. Until now. Even love has limits, and my father is about to make a decision that changes everything. Then there's Marwan Navid-a brilliant orthopedic surgeon with a twisted sense of control. Born to a Fulani mother and Arab tycoon father, he walked away from his broken home, determined to win at everything. He met me once. And decided I would be his. Now, the game begins. What happens when two powerful egos collide? Can love grow between two people who refuse to bend? Or was this marriage doomed from the start?

Nana Khadija had loved her cousin Ahmad dearly, believing they shared a four-year relationship. She would do anything to be loved by him. But what happened when Ahmad's feelings changed towards Khadija? Would the love she had for him be enough to conquer all, despite his rejection? Or would she be left to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart, a scrabble of lost love? PJ ❤️

"Her used pad, her hair, her photograph your husband's photograph, his clothes, and his name"the sorcerer said. My heart skipped. "How will I get her used pad?" I asked, bewildered. "I can get the rest, but her hair and her used pad... I don't know how I'll get my hands on those." The sorcerer's lips curved slightly. "Unless you want her to come into your home as his wife don't." At that moment, something dark settled in my chest. I knew then that I would go to any extent to have him. "I will bring it"I said hurriedly. "I will bring everything." "Then do it before the wedding"He warned. I nodded. Because I knew right there, in that moment that I would go to any length to keep my husband mine alone. I would not allow him to marry anyone else.

"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:)

My name is Aisha, and I live in a village called Kafawa, which means 'Village of Peace.' However, there has never been peace for the females in our village. Girls are treated as slaves, married at a young age, and face mistreatment.

Different cultures, different countries, different background bonded in Marriage without love. Meeting the ever-handsome Habib Aman dandachi from Gabbara Shuwa arab, Nigeria; how would the most beautiful Heba Gamal from Thebes Egypt handle this perfect man who seems to have too much going on in his head all at the same time? What happened when the soft-hearted Heba meets with the cold-hearted Habib? And What about his sad past that always come in-between them? Let's find out the fate of these duo🫢

Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.