A story of an eighteen-year-old girl who had a huge crush on her college senior. Naiza Rehman is a typical 18-year-old girl who loves to talk and interact with people. She is a very friendly person and talks to almost everyone in her college apart from her crush. Shaym Muhammed is a 20-year-old boy who only talks to boys. He despises mingling with girls and can't stand the thought of being friends with them. He ignores every girl who tries to flirt with him. Will he ever notice Naiza? Will she express her feeling towards him or Will he disregards it like always? Read "Forbidden Crush" and watch Naiza's journey! [COMPLETED] - 🏅1st Place Winner in Wildrose Multi Awards 2020 🏅1st Place Winner in The Reader's Choice Awards 2020 🏅 1st Place Winner in Rainbow Awards 2020 🎖2nd Place Winner in The Scribblers Awards 2020 under BEST NOVEL 🏅Winner in South Asian Awards 2020 under Teen Fiction 🏅Winner in South Asian Awards 2020 under Non Fiction - Beautiful Illustrated cover by my 12 year old cousin❤️

[Women empowerment for all my ladies] "What are you doing!?" My mouth had dried and my heart beat was fast. "Abu -" I was about to scream for my brother when his large palm closed around my mouth, ceasing my speaker. "Drop the act. It is you, the warrior from the battlefield, right?" I opened my mouth, filled with lies when he interrupted again, "Don't you dare lie." His voice was threatening and my eyebrows raised on their own. Their was a tinge of happiness when he called me a warrior. I pulled his hand from my mouth away, "I do not know-" "I don't like Liars Hoorain." A shudder run down my spine when my name spilled from his tongue. Not really surprised that he figured out. He is a smart man after all. I sighed. "How am I not surprised you figured it out. Congratulations, now get out of my face." My voice sounded poisonous and annoyed. Aza noticed and he took a step back from me, lowering the dagger he had placed on my throat not long ago. "Are you planning to continue fighting?" His question surprised me and my eyebrows furrowed. "What's with the questions, you done interrogati-" "Answer the damn question." Taken aback from his outburst, my eyes blinked a couple of times and looked away, settling on the tree that might have been his hiding spot as usual. "So what, Now Amir Hamza will forbid me from fighting?" My nose scrunched and I looked back at him with distaste. He sighed, his finger pinched the point between his eyes. His eyes snapped back to me a second later, his hand dropped to his side. "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No." "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No!" Guess I will have to smack the knowledge into him! ... "Dressed as a Man to fight, under a name that belonged to another, I left for war." Oh and where there is war, there is love. TW: VIOLENCEEE

Life can be brutal and uncaring to some. Aisha was one of those unfortunate "some" she had deceived herself into believing she had full control of her life. That she could set the terms of how her life would unfold. However, life and fate have a way of showing us just how much control we truly have. How does one cope when the people most important in our lives are ripped away from us? What does one do when they become the sole guardian of their two younger siblings? And how does one survive, when you're hated because of your faith.

"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?

Everyone is given a choice in love. To take it seriously or not. To make it Halal, or Haram. Habibah, a twenty two years old Muslimah is being pressured by her mother to take her life into a completely new stage, that is marriage. Her mother pressures her to the extent that Habibah is almost engaged to her own childhood friend, to which, of course, she rebuke. Hence, her mother makes a deal with her that she shall find a husband before her twenty third birthday next month. Who could that man be? Will they ever get married? Pandalicious271© E.N.H

Whoever wished they could live the life of royalty deserved a punch in the face. Meet Park Sparrow, a feisty, sarcastic, and reckless outcast who's just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. With an attitude and personality that gets her in more trouble than anything, she's a wild splash of color in the otherwise monotone and regal life of the academy she attends. But there's more than meets the eye. Park isn't a random nobody in a town only famous for a school. Park Sparrow is the princess of Cimeria, and heir to one of the last remaining monarchies in the entire world. Unluckily for her, being an heir also means having a target painted on her back day and night. Park is determined to find out who's behind the attempts on her life. With the unlikely help of Logan Cross, a boy she's hated since the dawn of time, the two must learn how to put aside their differences and get along because Park is in grave danger. As they work together to put together the mystery of who wants Park's throne, they must face new complications and obstacles that will be much more difficult than just a school yard grudge. (Book One of The Royalty Series) **this is the second edited version of I'll Protect You, written by the same author. it is not canon or official ;; there is a more current version out rn on my page**

A story of whispers left unspoken, unheard. "I hate you!" He spat venomously through gritted teeth. "Feelings are mutual." She replied back, smiled and walked away. He didn't know who she was talking about... A short story about her life. And maybe a little about his too.

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi