"Allah is the Protector of those who believe. He brings them out of darkness into light. And those who disbelieve-their allies are false gods, who bring them out of light into darkness. They are the inhabitants of the Fire; they will remain there forever." - Surah Al-Baqarah (2:257) ~ They say darkness has no face. They're wrong. It has a name. Ethan Walker. Born of fire and forged in silence, he walked through the world like it owed him pain. Son of power. Heir of corruption. A storm in a leather jacket, with a smile sharp enough to draw blood and a soul so hollow, even the devil wept. He believed in nothing. Not heaven. Not hell. Especially not God. He mocked faith, burned purity, and fed off chaos like a starving wolf. And then- She appeared. Ayesha Noor. The girl wrapped in light. Eyes lowered, voice calm, heart anchored in prayer. A soul cloaked in modesty and mercy, walking with the quiet confidence of one loved by her Creator. Untouched. Unbothered. Unshaken. She should've looked away. Should've flinched when he spoke. Should've feared him like the rest. But she didn't. And that was her first sin. Now, he can't stop seeing her. The way she floated through his darkness like moonlight on broken glass. Like a prayer he never knew he needed. Like a curse he couldn't shake. She haunts him. Not with lust-but with purity. Not with desire-but with something far more dangerous: hope. This is not a love story. It's a war. Between shadow and light. Between arrogance and humility. Between a man who denied God- And a woman who never walked without Him. And only one will come out whole. ✅2nd story ✅No nsfw ✅Slow burn halal love ✅100% fiction ✅🇧🇩🥀🇺🇲