The new cover is made by someone so talented @etherealpetal_echoes Thankyou you editor ❤️ _________________________________________ "Battle between faith & desires" "Battle between love & patience" This story is about a girl named Ayat, who faces many troubles in her life. It explores various conflicts, including cast and marital issues, and how these challenges affect her. For a fictional twist, there is a male lead who is in unconditional, eternal love with Ayat. The identity of this male lead is initially hidden, and you'll need to dive into the story to discover who he is. The narrative features many characters, each playing a distinct role. One of the most highlighted characters, after the main leads, is Sabeeha Farooque. She helps Ayat navigate her struggles, drawing from her own life experiences to guide and support her friend. Sabeeha's journey is filled with valuable lessons that greatly influence Ayat's quest for a better life. And yes this story is inspired by peer e kamil, read carefully it's inspired not copied,so don't hate It's a HEA 🥉3 rank in halalromance (31st October, 2024) (High need of editing so read it at your own risk🙏🏻) {HUMBLE REQUEST:- IF YOU ARE A PERSON WHO WANT TO JUDGE ISLAAM WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING THE WHOLE CONCEPT, THEN PLEASE LEAVE THIS STORY ITS NOT FOR YOU, SAVE YOURS AND MY TIME TOGETHER🙏}

Annie was ten years old when she first saw him. She did not understand, then, what she was looking at. Only that something in her recognised something in him - the way the ocean recognises the shore it has been carving for centuries without knowing why. He was a criminal. A mastermind. A man who wore two faces so seamlessly that even the world's most powerful institutions could not decide which one was real - or whether either of them was. Governments tried to hold him. They could not. Laws reached for him like hands through smoke. And yet - it was not law, nor power, nor the cold machinery of justice that came closest to him. It was a girl. Obsessed. Certain. Patient in the way that only those who have loved something unreachable can be patient. Nine years passed. The obsession did not diminish. It deepened - quietly, dangerously - the way roots grow in darkness, unseen, until one day the ground above them shifts. For Annie, the ocean was never merely water. It was a memory. It was him. She returned to it the way she returned to thoughts of him - compulsively, hungrily - because in its fathomless depths she recognised the same thing she saw in his eyes: so much still undiscovered. So much that might swallow her whole, and she would go willingly. He was a mystery she could never break. But God help her - she would spend a lifetime trying.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN