In a city filled with power, secrets, and destiny, two hearts are about to collide. Haldiiya finally earns her place at Zayn Fragrance Ltd., determined to prove she can succeed without living in anyone's shadow. Focused, modest, and full of quiet strength, love is the last thing on her mind... until a brief accident leaves her breathless over a stranger she cannot forget. What she doesn't know is that the man who unsettled her heart is Abdulmalik Zayn the hidden CEO, a powerful heir trapped between family loyalty and a marriage chosen for him. A man who has sworn never to let a woman close. But fate has its own plans: With stolen glances, unexpected promotions, and a connection neither of them can deny, their worlds begin to intertwine. Yet love in their lives may come with a price, reputation, obedience, and sacrifices they never imagined making. When destiny keeps bringing them together, will they fight it... or surrender to the fragrance of a love written for them by Allah?

COMPLETED!!! Abuja - the city of power and secrets. Zayd Ibrahim Khalil leaned against the hood of his Mercedes, the engine still purring, though he wasn't going anywhere. He scrolled absently through his phone, notifications piling in from friends, half the girls in Abuja, and half-hearted invitations to exclusive parties. His thumb hovered, pausing at a recent blog post headline: "If you like make your papa be minister, this babe no really send you!" The picture beneath it showed him -face frowned, mid-rant and her, calm and unwavering, staring him down like he was nothing more than a storm she refused to be swept away by. She wasn't like the others. She didn't care about who his father was, or how much his car cost, or that he'd graduated from one of the best tech universities in Dubai. She didn't want his attention and that only made him want hers even more. Amina "Amal" Muhammad. Final year Petroleum Engineering student. Youngest of her circle. The one whose eyes didn't just look, they saw. The one whose veil wasn't just fabric, it was conviction. He clenched his jaw. "She thinks she's above it all," he muttered. But beneath his arrogance, something twisted in his chest an ache he didn't want to name. It wasn't just rejection. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. Somewhere across town, Amal sat with her journal open, the words flowing like prayers. "He's everything I was taught to stay away from... but somehow, I keep seeing him everywhere I go." Neither of them knew it yet, but this was no ordinary clash of personalities. This was the beginning of a firestorm. One fueled by pride and mystery, the other by power and faith. This was the moment where love first struck... not gently, but like lightning.
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💞Winner of Infinity Awards 2018👑💞 Assalamualaikum and hii everyone thanks for choosing my book to read. hey don't worry I'm not going to bore you with my intro and all lets start our story. Guys meet MARWAH HASHYAM a cute 18 years old innocent girl. Aware of other things marwah lives in her own bubble of life ... she is a girl who can convert serious matters into nonsense matter yeah she can .... She is a kind heart person who can't see anyone in pain . She loves to help others and want to fulfil her father's dream to see her as an cardiologist. As Expected we don't know what's gonna happen in our future. .What Allah Has planned for us ... even marwah didn't knew that a storm is going to come in her life .... Sooo meet our handsome DANISH KHAN smart dashing hot etc this words are not made for him believe he is beyond this words . he has made his own world at the age of 23 by himself. This society, circumstances had made him to change into rude arrogant and a complete different person from his real personality . He can't bare the people who disrespects him . Not even his own friends or family. When she enters in his life it takes 360'degrees turn. Join the journey of Marwah and Danish how they are going to handle and bare each other also in BEING IN HALAL TERMS....? I'm not lying wallah just hit the add button and start reading . i know you guys will love this story and would never regret for choosing my book to read. . Allahafiz and yeah start Reading guys what are you waiting for ...??? Note : My story is not for only Muslims. . Even others can enjoy my story it is understandable for everyone. ..So Don't hesitate to read .

"Some love stories begin with destiny. The most beautiful ones are built with faith." Zahra never imagined that one decision would change her life forever. What begins as an unexpected journey soon blossoms into a marriage built on trust, patience, unwavering faith, and unconditional love. Beside her is Yusuf-a devoted husband whose kindness, strength, and gentle heart make him her greatest source of comfort. Together, they discover that true love isn't about perfection, but about choosing each other through every season of life. From quiet moments of laughter and heartfelt du'as to the joy of welcoming their twin sons, Aydin and Ayaan, every chapter is a reminder that the strongest families are built on love, mercy, and the remembrance of Allah. Zahra is a heartwarming Muslim family romance filled with emotional moments, cherished memories, and timeless lessons about marriage, parenthood, hope, and gratitude. If you love wholesome romance, family bonds, emotional journeys, and stories that leave your heart full, then this novel is for you. Because some homes are built with bricks... but the most beautiful ones are built with love.

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

FOREVER MINE (The Prequel to the Sins of the past) Book 1 of Echoes of fate Series. "They say destiny is an invisible thread. I didn't realize mine was a noose." For four years, Maina was nothing more than pixels and light. A digital god I worshipped from a distance. I was the girl in the shadows, a medical student in Istanbul mending hearts while mine belonged to a stranger. Then he noticed me. I thought my dreams were coming true, but the man who stepped off the screen wasn't the "Zeus" I'd imagined. He was cold, ruthless, and haunted by a past as dark. Now, I'm caught between my surgical ambitions and a man who demands total surrender. I wanted him to notice me, but I didn't know that when a monster finally sees you, he never lets you go. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Please be advised that Forever Mine contains themes of trauma, abuse, and explicit sexual scenes and strong language. Reader discretion is advised. ‼️ ⚡️⚡️⚡️Completed💯 Continue reading....😅❤️😻 🥇#turkish ⚡️20th in #affection on 03/9/2019 ⚡️18th in #foreign on 25/9/2019 ⚡️2th in #decite on 30/9/2019 ⚡️1st in #medlife on 10/10/2019 ⚡️6th in #darkskinned on 10/11/2019 ⚡️3rd in #hausa on 19/11/2019 ⚡️6th in #racial on 04/01/2020 ⚡️1st in #darkskinned on 14/02/2020 ⚡️9th in #crazylove on 10/02/2020 ⚡️2nd in #decite on 07/02/2020 ⚡️4th in #foreign on 9/04/2020 ⚡️ 2nd in Hausa on 16/12/2020 ❗️❗️❗️This book is fiction and pigment of imagination. If you're not comfortable with any part of this book. Do not read❗️❗️❗️

The Final Book in The Dantata Series. Ahmed Shehu's heart is beaten and bruised, thanks to the woman he loved and was certain he'd spend the rest of his life with. Now his focus are on his three kids who are to stay comfortable and unaffected despite the chaos their mother has left behind. Suraiya Boukar Shehu has a lot of love to give and a background story she doesn't tell often. She's in Abuja for one reason; to take care of Ahmed Shehu's kids. Nothing else. The rule is simple. Ahmed and Suraiya won't stay as strangers but they won't be best friends. After all, they do have to work together to provide the very best for the kids. However, some rules are meant to be broken and in the most beautiful ways. When walls slowly come down and a cordial friendship blooms into something more, it isn't long before Suraiya and Ahmed are forced to make a decision; to come up with a solution to keep them together or to go their separate ways, forever... [P.S: Some love stories are majorly fluffy from start to finish. This is one of them.]

Completed Hamma... I don't feel like eating." "Noor, eat that food now!" I said, my voice firm and commanding, cutting through the silence. She looked down at her plate, her eyes filled with reluctance. "Hamma, please... I'm not hungry. And... the food is too much for me to finish." "Noor, don't argue with me. I'm not your mate," I replied sharply. "You better eat that food, or I will force it down your throat. Trust me, I can do it." My words hung heavily in the air, a clear and unmistakable threat..... This is a story about two young people who were married without their consent, a union carried out with their parents' approval. ...So technically, it was an arranged marriage from their parents' perspective, but a forced marriage from theirs. He was far too arrogant for her liking, and she was far too stubborn and clumsy for his. Could this journey ever truly work...? We all have those cousins who can hardly be called family-more like cats and dogs. Sharing the same roof is nearly impossible, even when the rain pours endlessly. ⚠🚫⚠ WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN PACE!!! This is a fictional story; all characters and events are imaginary, and any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. It also explores forced marriage, is highlighting both its advantages and disadvantages-something parents should carefully consider before practicing it. Yours faithfully, The Writer

"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?"

⚠️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."