Kyla never believed silence could feel this loud- until she found herself standing face-to-face with the man who ruined her. Ken grey. His eyes held rage, guilt, and something far more dangerous-regret. "Kyla," he breathed, stepping closer. She stepped back. "Don't. You already destroyed everything." But he didn't stop. He never stopped. "I'm trying to fix it," he said, voice low, trembling. "For once... let me." Her heart wanted to run. Her body refused to move. And he was close-too close. "Kyla," he whispered again. "If love and hate brought us here... then fate isn't done with us." She hated how her breath hitched. She hated how he noticed. And he did notice-because his voice softened dangerously. "I'm not letting you break alone anymore." Her heart betrayed her first. Her eyes betrayed her next. But her voice... her voice stayed strong. "You don't get to choose for me anymore," she whispered. He gave a faint, painful smile. "Then choose me... or destroy me. I'll take either." When love is poisoned by betrayal, the heart becomes its own battlefield. Kyla thought marriage would save her... Instead, it dragged her into a world where secrets cut deeper than wounds. And when Ken discovers the woman he's been breaking... is the same sister he once swore to protect- everything explodes. Will Kyla survive the truth? Or will love destroy them both?

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"

Eman has always lived a sheltered life. At nineteen, she is bubbly, a little spoiled, and known for her quick humor and lively personality. Surrounded by family who adore and protect her, her world has always felt safe, predictable, and carefully arranged. But everything begins to change the day her brother brings a friend home. Royhan is different from anyone Eman has ever met-calm, thoughtful, and quietly confident. What starts as a simple introduction slowly becomes something neither of them expected. As their paths continue to cross, Eman begins to realize that growing up means facing emotions she has never experienced before. But with family expectations, cultural differences, and her own sheltered upbringing standing in the way, nothing about this new chapter will be simple. In a story about growth, faith, and the unexpected ways hearts can change, Eman must discover whether what she feels is just a passing moment... or something far more meaningful.

REACHED #26 IN SPIRITUAL ON August 1/2018 ---- Laila gets a wedding proposal from someone who wants to stay anonymous till the day of their wedding. With multiple people falling for Laila, it's hard for her to figure out who this "mystery man" is. -- Obnoxious. Evil. Caring. Those three words best describe Hamza. He's the person Laila's stuck living with due to certain circumstances. Although Laila tries her best to not fall for him, the inevitable does happen. What will Laila do now that she loves someone who not only isn't "mystery man" but also is in love with another girl? With mystery man also in this difficult equation, Laila is put on a rollercoaster full of love and sorrow. Join Layla on her journey to finding out what true love really means. From the start to the end, this novel will show you the rollercoaster of a ride that Laila has to go through to find love. -- REACHED #36 IN SPIRITUAL ON 29/07/16 Join Laila on her journey to finding out who her "mystery man" really is. Laila: A Halal Love Story will have you laughing, crying, and full of emotions throughout the book.

This diary is written to keep a memory of us, together or not, good or bad. Out of our 2019 experience, 2019 has been Amazing y'all.

The karaoke night was loud and clear, seems like I had all the fun in my lifetime in one night, just one night!