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Everyone has a right to smile, love, and find happiness but that wasn't the case for Hayat Ali. She is a 25-years-old Muslim girl who works as a school teacher. She lives with her loving father evil stepmother and stepsister. Many will say that there's no such thing as an evil stepmother or even a stepsister but this is because they have read Cinderella or even read this book. Ever since she could remember her stepmother Maryam hated her because of the love that she got from her father. She and her daughter always try to make life miserable for Hayat when her father isn't at home. All that changed when a young man saw how she treated his son with the kindness and love that he wanted for his son. Aayan Muhsin is a 30-years-old father and widower who is a millionaire. Aayan doesn't believe in God ever since he lost his wife due to cancer four years after his son Azaan was born. He raised his son with the help of his parents. When he lost his wife, he lost everything that he held dear to his heart except his son. Azaan. All that changed when he saw her with his son. Aayan knew that his son needed a mother's love and that he will need her guidance. So when his father told him about her. He accepted it for his son's sake. But what he didn't know was the fact that she will change their lives for the better or maybe for the best. Trials will make them question their love and loyalty to each other. People would want to keep them apart, will they succeed or their love for each other be stronger than any trial that will come their way? She is Hayat. He is Aayan. Light and Dark. A Modern Muslim Cinderella Story.

🏅#1 in guy falls first I stepped out, mentally preparing for the rain drops to make me wet, but it never happened. Is the rain over? It's raining around me, but not over me. Am I tripping? A rich leather familiar cologne made it's way in me. I looked up to find an umbrella over my head, and then beside me, to see who it was. His grey-orbs, staring down into mine. The grey in them resembled calm, contrary to the storm in the city. ==================================== "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**

Nyla Azim is loved as much as she is hated. She is outspoken, extroverted, and too deep in her own thoughts to care what other people think about her. But lately, things have been getting heavier and her heart is changing. She has started to care more and more about what others think and the reason is her faith. Ehsan Zubair has been let down by life too many times to trust easily. Or make friends. He has given up on everything he used to be, finding solace in his faith. But something seems to be missing in his life, a part that just feels empty. And he hopes to find the answer to where he can find fulfillment and a sense of belonging. When they run into each other one fine spring morning, a hatred so profound sparks in their hearts, it is hard to douse. The spark spreads until it burns everything. Will they be able to escape the fire that seems adamant to burn them? Or within the ruins of their lives, will they find the answers they have been looking for? Read to find out. Disclaimer: This book is a halal romance about a journey back to Allah so kindly be open-minded while reading it. If you have any concerns or queries, reach out to me privately or address them in the comment section politely. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book. Mwah<3 -Sarah

{With every sun comes a new day, a new beginning.} {A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday.} {And yet, she dared not lift the veil that protected her face from the eyes of outsiders as there is already too little in this world that is sacred, what she was required to go through during the weekend had to remain so.} {She was deeply indebted by the time everything was over} {But she was absolutely satisfied with her father's choice, at least not until she got to know it was none other than 𝒉𝒊𝒎.} {It was an explicit bloom, a bloom with no room for mistakes} Is it possible for a bloom to be this perfect?

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018