Lailah Mahmud,at just twenty one, already knew loss too deeply. A widow with two little boys - Amir, barely three, and Akbar, still in her arms - she's buried her dreams beside her husband's grave. Love is no longer part of her story... or so she believes. Then fate rewrites her path. Captain Zayd Bishir Kanjiji, once her brother's senior and roommate back in the Nigerian Defence Academy, first saw her at the convocation ceremony - graceful, smiling, unforgettable. He tried to forget her, dismissing it as a passing admiration. But two years later, at her brother's wedding, he realizes he never truly did. Determined and sincere, Zayd confides in her brother, who warns him it won't be easy to win Lailah's guarded heart. Still, Zayd refuses to retreat. His confession is gentle yet bold - only to be met with Lailah's immediate rejection. But love has never been about convenience. Even when his mother and sisters disapprove - unwilling to see their heir, a first-time groom, marry a widow with children - Zayd remains steadfast. For him, Lailah isn't just another chapter... she's the whole story. And for Lailah, his patience, persistence, and quiet warmth begin to melt the walls she built so high - reminding her that love can rise from loss, and sometimes, a heart once broken can become the safest home of all. Her Heart, My Home is a breathtaking tale of second chances, healing, and a love that chooses - again and again - even when the world says it shouldn't.

STARTED ON 14-OCTBER-2020 FINISHED ON. 1-AUGUST-2021 Wobbling hearts💘 is a diverse lovestory of 4lovers everything is completely complicated and intricated we all love thé twisted love triangle but at thé end of every entanglement there is always a happy ending and this is what wobbling hearts💘 is all about ,. You will expérience heartbreak, regret, love triangle, broken trust, broken friendship,insatiable jealousy and a possessive relationship, to enjoy this mesmerizing journey you quickly add "wobbling hearts💘" to your reading list.

Rabbi shrahli sadri. wayassirli amri. wahlul uqdatam millisani. yafqahu qawli. [surah Taha]. Sometimes love can prove poisonous when you nurture the seeds of your desires rather than nurturing the seeds of your emaan. Sometimes you learn after falling and that's when reality hits you. Sometimes to overcome your desires, you need to go through it, to know why Allah forbade you to go after your desires. Sometimes infatuation is not enough for a marriage to function smoothly but rather it is the understanding between the two. Sometimes Allah makes you fall before He makes you fly just like a striving bird who flutters through the wind and when it is about to fall, it strives even harder and it takes all the strength in the bird to flourish through the heaven while glorifying Allah. Sometimes love elevates your emaan but at times it can be more dangerous than slow poison which can slowly pierce through your strong walls of emaan, steadily making them fragile enough to crumble, which took several years to build. When we have to choose between the two roads, the road which leads to jannah isn't easy. While walking, you will realize that the path is full of obstacles which would stop you midway, which would make you fall hard but, isn't the true believer the one who after falling, picks up every shattered pieces of his heart for the Lord of the A'lameen as the heart belongs only and only to him. P. S. This book is the sequel of door to jannah. So if you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?

A scandal shakes the palace to its core, leaving only one solution-to marry off the princess before the kingdom falls into disgrace. Amir never wanted a wife, especially not Safiya. Safiya never imagined marrying the man who looks at her with nothing but contempt. Once inseparable childhood friends, they are now strangers bound by duty. Trapped in a marriage neither of them chose, every day becomes a battle of pride, buried feelings, and painful secrets. Sometimes, the line between love and hate is thinner than either of them ever realized.

"She was his mirage, a dream he could only chase. He was her living hell, a nightmare she could not escape." Layla Mustafa is the only girl in her family allowed to go to university. Belonging to a strict patriarchal background, Layla, the shy and suppressed girl, could only dream of falling in love. That was until she met Zaviyar Malik, the warmest man she had ever met. Layla loved Zaviyar. Zaviyar loved Layla. They were meant for each other. The equation should have been complete. A fated Happily Ever After. But they forgot to consider one factor. One dangerous factor..... 𝘘𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯. Qais who was just another name for the devil himself. He spilled blood like water. Killed like it was a hobby. But more than anything... he loved like it was a sin. Madly. Addictively. and Dangerously. One mistake is all it takes for Layla to fall into the hands of the devil. Layla was a lover, not a fighter. And Qais was a killer, not a lover. What happens when the roles are reversed? What happens when fate brings them together?

Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

(EDITED) "Ok ma'am, maybe you are right. But what do you want from me? Why have you even kidnapped me?" I glared at her, annoyed. I can't believe I'm agreeing with her right now. "Oh nothing much baby boy, I just want you to get married to my daughter. And if you agree, I will leave you. As simple as that." She smirked making me shocked. As I looked at her once again, I realised that she wasn't too old. Maybe in her late thirties. And she wants me to marry her daughter? How old is her daughter again? Is this some kind of child marriage? And what about her daughter's studies and dreams? Doesn't she have any? God! What is even happening right now? Where am I stuck? ._._._. • He was just trying to save his sister and get them back home safely. • She was just trying to live her life without any drama. • Just one incident and their whole life is changed for forever. What will happen when he gets kidnapped and forced to get married to a total stranger? Actually, why would a mother kidnap a stranger to get him married to her daughter in the first place? What will happen when his parents get to know? Will his parents agree? Will they ever fall in love and live together? Or will it just be a failed marriage? Are there more secrets to unfold as they set on their journey? But most of all, what will happen when promises are made unexpectedly. Will it bring them closer or drift them apart? To find out, hop in to read what happens and how their life unfolds. How their fates seal together and how the secrets, if there are any, unfolds. This is my first story, I hope you give it a try. And if you like it then please don't forget to vote and leave in your comments to let me know how it is.

Arina Khan, a 20 years old Muslimah in her 2nd year of English literature, striving to become a better Muslimah,living in the Bustling New York City and the only daughter of the Khan household. For her, family is the top priority she can do anything for them even marry a guy she never met or have seen.She is the lucky or maybe not so lucky girl chosen to make Adam a better Muslim. Adam Zeewad, a 22 years old ruthless, arrogant and handsome Billionaire and one of the hottest businessman who have thousands of girls head over heels for him and the most eligible bachelor of New York City and not to forget a Muslim only by name. He loathes the idea of girls and marriages. What happens when both their world's collide and they are tied in the knot of marriage? Will Arina be able to break his walls and make him a better Muslim? Will it be possible for her to make her own husband fall in Love with her, the husband who treats her like dirt and always ignores her? Book cover by: @AuroraBorealis9 Hit read to find out!!!

⚠️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."

A heart of stone was what he had been carrying around professionally for the past fifteen years. Aaban Rehman Khan - a man with no-nonsense attitude which made him one of the most successful businessmen in the country at the mere age of 27. And then entered someone least expected in his life making it take a chaotic turn because when it's written in the stars, the stones itself make way for water to pierce through them.