(she's leaning toward love & clarity) > Everything shifts when she meets *Raqeeb Uthman* - a calm, older business tycoon who doesn't push, doesn't lecture, and doesn't treat her like a child or a trophy. For the first time, Neelam feels seen. And slowly, she realizes peace isn't about running from marriage or rushing into it - it's about choosing herself first, and letting the right person walk beside her, not in front of her. > "My Peace" is a story about family pressure, self-worth, and finding love that feels like breathing, not drowning.

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding- one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story- to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along.

17 years ago a family in udaipur was informed that the baby was still by birth. Didn't let them meet the baby just handed them a baby girl already wrapped in white cloth to bury Present. Here, a beautiful girl with white sensitive milky skin big grey doe eyes, button nose, long waist length hair, weak by appearance but always composed distant and strong enough to handle her emotions. It is none other than Disha Kulkarni who was living in an orphanage till the age of 15, currently living in an apartment. Disha is a mysterious person who is independent and what does she do? there is only one person who knows everything about her. He is her silent protector, healer, supporter and her anchor. who is he? what will happen when disha's family comes to know about her? will they bring her back? what will be disha's reaction? will she go with them and accept them? dig in to know more about the story:) all the pics which have been used in this story are taken from the internet credit goes to the owner.

⚠️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."

They say love is eternal. They lied. Five thousand years ago, in the golden sands of Arabia, there lived a man named Ashraf - a warrior, a poet, a lover. His heart belonged to a woman so pure, so breathtaking, that even the gods grew jealous of what they could never have. But envy is a cruel thing. It slithered through the winds of fate, and in one brutal night, Ashraf's world turned to ash. The woman he loved... gone. Stolen by betrayal, swallowed by death. He prayed. He begged. He screamed until his throat bled. But when the heavens offered him no mercy, Ashraf turned his rage to the shadows. He made a vow - a curse whispered into the underworld - and gave away his soul for a single promise: To find her again. To love her again. Even if it meant becoming a monster. And so Ashraf died... and Azrael the demon was born. For five thousand years, he roamed the dark, waiting. Watching. Burning. In the underworld. Until Lena - a girl with trembling hands, a lonely heart, and a foolish belief in magic - whispered an ancient spell she never thought would work. The ground trembled. The air cracked. And in that single, blinding moment, their worlds collided. She wanted love. She got him instead. And now she has to complete a love story she never started.

Henley agrees to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for a fee, falling in love as she wonders - how is he involved in her brother's false conviction? ****** Henley Linden's brother is in jail for a crime he didn't commit, and she'll take any job to raise the money needed to free him. Soon, she's agreed to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for ten thousand dollars, so his mother will ease up the pressure on him to find a wife. But once Henley is enmeshed in Bennett's world, he falls for her, and she starts to have feelings for him as well. Despite her romance with Bennett, as she grows closer to the Calloways, Henley realizes they are somehow involved in her brother's conviction. Journeying deeper into a world of wealth and conspiracies, Henley is forced to rely on Bennett, though doing so could cost her everything. [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]

~Book #1 of The ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ Series - His Noor~ After Shifa's first toxic relationship in high school, She just lost every hope of thinking there isn't any good man in this world and started turning into his Almighty Allah SWT. She thinks there is no man perfect in this world until she meets him. Her ex said to her mockingly: "a female is forgotten through another female", so she answered calmly; "And a boy is forgotten through a MAN". Shahid being her Man who is obsessed with her, she hates him while he plays cat and mouse duet with her in a halal way. "Haunting Adeline version in a halal version." He chuckles. Also him: "Her beauty wasn't something i just saw but something i discovered in her haya, her akhlaq, her adab, her imaan & her sabar!!." ~ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪʀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴇᴛ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~ -Grumpy man x Sunshine woman- Dear Readers, It is a rom-com story not an islamic book. If there are any imperfections in the story, they are intentional by the author, but i would like your comment to reach out to me so that i can think it over. Thankyou & ILY'all