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The Unwanted Marriage by niqabi_tales
niqabi_tales
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Veil Of Truth Series (Book 1) "Amina, a devout niqabi Muslim and final-year medical student from India, has always held her faith close. She has come to London to complete her studies, but life takes a turn when she finds herself in an arranged marriage with Zayd, a wealthy Londoner. Zayd, however, is a name-only Muslim-disillusioned, detached, and burdened by the weight of his wealth and an embittered view of the world. Their marriage was orchestrated by Zayd's mother, who hopes Amina's piety will reignite her son's lost connection to faith. But Zayd resents the arrangement, convinced that Amina somehow manipulated his mother into this union. Now, under the same roof yet worlds apart, Amina and Zayd navigate the palpable tension between them. Will their forced bond soften their differences, or will it only widen the chasm in their hearts, leaving them further apart than ever before? A story of faith, conflict, and resilience, this tale explores whether two people from vastly different worlds can ever find common ground-or if destiny has a different path for them entirely." Highest Rank #1 - Muslim #1 - Niqabi #3 - Urdu #3 - Misunderstanding #4 - Husbandandwife #5 - Faith
Veiled Desires: hazel eyes, grey skies (A muslim romance) by anamoristsoul
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🏅#1 in guy falls first "Have you seen her face before?" Zara's aunt whispered. "No," I replied, feeling a bit nervous. Not because of how she would look, but rather because she was now mine, and I was about to see her for the first time. "nikkah mubarik ho, Mrs. hamza ali malik" "I thought... you wouldn't come," she confessed, raising her eyes to meet mine. "why wouldn't i? After all this was all my stupid idea" I replied. ==================================== "You are my concern, Hazel, just mine," I said, breathing heavily with anger. My possessiveness had taken over. She pulled her arms away from my grip, frustration evident in her eyes. "I am not a possession for you to guard," she asserted. "You are" my voice unwavering, "a prized possession, exclusively mine." Her hazel eyes looked into mine, a mix of confusion and resistance evident in her expression. **description inside**