He craved the sweetness of her touch, crazed in a frenzy for a woman too pure for his bitter life. * * * * Tasneem was a natural artist. She could create masterpieces with anything whether it be makeup, paints, or cooking. Her tuition bills are becoming too hard for her family to handle and their café isn't as popular as it was before. Until one day, the ruthless CEO of Tarkan Industries walks in and completely changes everything. Two personalities that constantly clash and a tragic past leave Tasneem more eager to unravel the mysteries behind the cold CEO. Perhaps, she might finally be the one to bring peace to his bitter soul with only the recipe of sweetness. (Book Two in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

[25/09/2021] - [08/05/2024] There they were. Knife to throat, chest to chest, breaths uneven and heavy and yet Reece made it his job to look unaffected. "I fucking hate you." Catalina hissed in the death of night. The tip of the blade pushed in drawing small droplets of blood. She was every bit cold and vindictive as he remembered. "Good." He replied, calm and unstinted. He wasn't there to fight. He wasn't even there to listen. He was just there to stay. ♕ ♕ ♕ Catalina Khatri. Assassin. Addict. And someone with the optimal skills to carry a dagger with the sense of confidence and pride. With her life encapsulated by her father due to a conservatorship, her every move is catalogued and in sync with her mind in hopes of attaining a semblance of peace and freedom once and for all. Reece Choi. Billionaire. Commander. And someone who won't hesitate to wreak havoc on those who pose a threat to the ones he loves. With his life upending beneath his feet due to a marriage requirement, his sole purpose is tracking down the only person he trusts to marry--his once high school rival--in hopes of exchanging a deal in order to keep the heir to his fathers company. Enemies without a forgiving chance. Chaos at every corner. What will happen when their marriage poses a threat to those untold?

Stay in your limits. Don't think that I don't know anything. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and with my sister. Be there where you are." He said and I held the wall to stop myself from falling. "One more thing,never again do it. Never touch my things again."He said and a tear escaped from my eyes to roll down on my cheek He went out of the room,leaving me all alone,with so much hurt. He shut the door so hardly that I jumped on my place. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I sat down on the floor. I was remembering each and every word he said today. All in these days, I had a hope that one he'll be mine but today he just broke everything. Stay in your limits. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and my sister. Be there where you are. His words were ringing in my ear,telling me who I'm to him. He thought I was behind all this. He thought that I was with my mother,compelling him to marry me. But he was wrong. I wanted to tell him. Words seems to lost for me. He said never touch his things."His things?" We are separate ?? I thought, I am his wife and he know that I have the right on his everything but today he just told me my limits. ★~~★~~★~~★~~★~~★ Be with Jahan and Zeeniya to witness their journey of making the other fall.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

#1 What's hot list Aleena is extremely distraught by her father's tragic death. But what follows is a series of bone-chilling occurrence. She is watched. Her every action is tapped. A mysterious man lurks in the dark. The thriller unravels dark secrets, Romance, Murder and a traitor. ****** It was time to leave the wedding venue and Aahil took brisk strides towards me. He looked as fresh and elegant as he had at the start of the ceremony while I felt spent and drained with exertion. As we walked towards the exit with my hand firmly held by Aahil, he bent his head and spoke in a barely audible whisper, "You really want to find out what it is like being married to me?" he bit out with a flash of pure fire in his mesmeric gaze. "You will wish every minute of the day that you stayed where you belonged and you will be begging to be out of this relationship before the reason for which I had to go through this charade comes to an end!"

He once abandoned her to her bullies, but now he has redemption on his mind. Little does he know that this woman has other plans and that life would force them together again. * * * Being a Muslim was not made to be easy. Zaynub understands this because she's living through difficulty after difficulty. With family and school on her mind, the last thing Zaynub expects is the one man she's despised for years standing on her doorstep. Zakir has made a lot of mistakes in his life. One of his biggest mistakes pertained to Zaynub. Of course, Zaynub does not see him as a changed man. To her, Zakir is a self-centered immature child trapped in an adult's body. Zakir has changed, but now he has to prove his worth to Zaynub. Will Zakir and Zaynub fall in love? Or will they fall apart? •Cover by @soundthealarm• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual]

My name is Mina Amin. Pakistani. Aged 23. Artist. Foodie. Cat freak. About to marry my best friend. Yep, the usual. I am the girl you wish you could be. Life for me is pretty much perfect; Until it no longer is. ........... This story is about the pain of unrequited love. This story will make you think about stuff you'd rather not think about. This story is about friendship, love, and forgiveness... But it is also about Infidelity, hurt, and Godlessness. Read & Enjoy! (The author loves to read comments) WARNING: Might cause females to fall in love with the characters. Might also cause them to have delusional, bloated expectations from males. Don't proceed with caution, because deep inside you're a masochist. Cheers. DISCLAIMER: This book has Muslim characters, but it is not an accurate representation of "Islam". It is not meant to preach, or depict perfect Muslims.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.