They grew up together. They hated each other. Their parents had other plans. And now Aliyah has to marry the one man she swore she could never love. - Before I Called You Mine 🤎

Life has always been difficult for Ameera ,a 19 year old young lady who had known hardship since birth . She was always seen as an intruder in her own father's house always mocked by her brothers for being a female but that never broke her . Their mockries and hatred made her stronger day by day until one afternoon she met who changed her life entirely Mustapha Ali Dawaki What will happen to Ameera now that she met him ?

They called her hard-hearted. Bold. Sharp. Unapproachable. The kind of girl who doesn't explain herself and doesn't care to be understood. She doesn't do friendships. She doesn't believe in love. And she definitely doesn't let people get close. But people don't become that way for no reason. From secondary school to her final year in university, she built a life where emotions had no place and silence was her safest option. What no one knows is that behind the confidence... behind the attitude... are things she refuses to talk about. And some truths? They don't stay hidden forever. 🤍

It's a sad love story with complications and lots of misunderstanding. At times seems like one sided but both love each other immensely, the only problem is that they have a different love language The love story if saratu and Adam let's dive in to find out what is going to be like....... 💃💃💃

(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. #1 in Islam- 18.06.26 #1 in faith- 22.06.26 #2 in longing- 28.06.26 #2 in hijab- 12.07.26 #1 in devotion- 22.07.26

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."