#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

#1 in spiritual in 16/6/2019 Previously known as " My very own hijabi" Two young people finding shelter within each other from the world and its evils Jannah Mohamed is not your typical hijabi, she is an introvert, her traumatic past has turned her into the person she is today. Her senior year was supposed to be a regular year if it wasn't for a stupid bet. James Wayne is your typical filthy rich popular bully whose money and extreme good looks help him get away with everything he does. Jannah will teach him that he can't get everything he wants. What happens when two worlds collide?! Teaser " Because....because you like me, I know that you like me, but you are trying to suffocate your feelings, you are trying to bury them under the mountain of disappointments you have in your life, you are acting like you don't care, but you do care, very much actually, more than I can imagine, more than anybody can imagine, that's why you always try your best to hide it very Well, I know you care because I can see the spontanous smile that is drawn on your face once you see me, the luster in your eyes When you see me, I know this because I see myself in them, and this is the only reflection of myself that I like, that I love " he said, as tears kept playing at the corners of his eyes. I was speechless, my mind has betrayed me, I just stood there starring at him as he ran away, I couldn't even ask him to stop or come back for me, he just ran away, like a prey from a predator, and I felt guilty about it, he was my victim. High ranks: reached #12 in highschool in 12/6/2019 out of 219k #4 in nerd out of 29k #1 in spiritual in 16/6/2019 Not Cliche I promise👌, crowded with Plot twists, joyful moments and heartbreaks. You will laugh, cry and fall in love with the characters. Ps: It's a fictional story, don't take inspirations from it. Real love comes with marriage 👍. It's a story for all religions, races, and countries. You are all welcome.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as we made eye contact, his eyes were a mint green and his curly brown hair was so messily done I felt like putting my hand out and smoothing it all out. he wore a leather jacket and a black thobe topped with airforces, AND he had a book in his hand which i recognised the title of. It was one of my favourite books. Somehow he became even more handsome then. he gave me a smirk and I quickly realised I'd been checking him out, I lowered my gaze and a blush formed on my cheeks. *** Qailah Mohammad is a twenty three year old girl who has everything a content muslimah needs except romance. Suddenly she meets handsome Yahya Amin and a new chapter of her life unfolds as she is tested with her faith and family. Will she be able to love Yahya? Add this book to your library and read to find out!

Falling for a hijabi sequel Jannah and James are married now, but it is only the beginning. Join them in their journey of learning how to cope with their new life, especially with the presence of a new member in their pack... Hamza. Join them in their fights, adventures, and journey to be better parents. In Shaa Allah, it is gonna be mostly lighthearted, sarcastic and sometimes serious. Read at your own risk, because most probably you will end up rolling on the floor, laughing🤣🤣🤣 A little Teaser I was deeply asleep when I woke up to something touching my eye. " No... Don't open your eyes... Don't open your eyes" Jannah shouted. " What in God's name are you doing???" as I felt her hands on my eyelid. " 125...126...127....." she kept counting. " Jannah....please tell me you are not counting my eyelashes...." I said. " Oh.. No... Now I have to start over... again" she said in annoyance. " Oh, God... This is not real... This is not real... It's a dream... My wife is not crazy...." I mumbled, still not able to open my eyes. " I'm not crazy.... 128...129..." she said. " Nope... It's real..... " I facepalmed myself. " Stop putting your hand on your face... You are interrupting me... " she said. " Okay... Okay... My bad... I'm sorry for being sane in this house... Just get this over with... " I surrendered.