Ameera's an 18 year old girl. Born Muslim but wasn't practicing Islam properly. Shy, insecure and selfless. She is in her teen years wanting to enjoy like all the other teenagers. Meet Ahmed. A 19 year old boy practicing Islam. Quiet, kind, caring and confident. He is a billionaire and next in line for CEO of Idris corp. ** "So Aiden and Nina are together huh..What about you Ahmed? Do you have any girl in mind?" My dad asked him. This time it was his turn to choke on his food. Oh boy... it's gonna be a long dinner. After Ahmed stopped choking, his face had this 'deer caught in sunlight' expression. It was so hard to control our laughs. He looked at dad dumbfounded. Then his face turned to a panic look before going back to normal. Jeez, I never saw him with so many expressions. "Uh...I don't have a girlfriend but yeah I do have someone in my mind whom I would like to get married to one day... I just don't know if she feels the same way sir" he said looking at my face in end. I felt a bit uneasy cause dad started looking at me too. So I shrugged as if saying 'don't look at me, I have no clue which girl he talking about'. At this both my parents started chucking and I heard mum saying something along with the lines 'oh my clueless baby'. ** She thought her past was bad but didn't know what awaited for her. Join Ameera on her journey full of surprises, betrayal, and heartbreak to finally getting happiness after meeting someone that changes her life completely for better. ( All pictures belong to their rightful owners ) Rankings under 100- #1 revert 13th Jul 2022 #1 loveislam 9th Jun 2022 #1 muslima 11th Jun 2022 #1 ahmad 18th Nov 2022 #1 ameera 18th Nov 2022 #1 allah 19th Dec 2022 #1 halal 19th Dec 2022 #7 hijab 30th Sep 2022 #8 muslimromance 30th Dec 2022 #9 muslimlove 30th Dec 2022 #9 ahmed 9th Jun 2022 #10 nina 21st Dec 2022 #10 religion 6th Feb 2022 #13 islamicfiction 13th Jul 2022 #94 aiden 13th Jul 2022

SEQUEL TO 'HER REPLACED GROOM' Cannot be read as a standalone •~•~•~• "What do you need Ms. ?" He asked irritated. "Don't you know what it means when a beautiful girl tries to block your path, Mr. Oberoi?" She asked folding her hands on her chest. "No I don't. Now move aside!" He replied blankly and was about to leave when she suddenly held his wrist making him stop as his heart picked up it's pace. He turned around to look at her. She quickly withdrew her hand muttering sorry. "What do you want Ms.? " He asked. "Your number. And yes my name is not Ms. It's Anjali. Anjali Sinha." He widened his eyes hearing her name but before his mind could dwell in the past, Anjali's voice broke his trance. "Look Mr. Arhaan. I saw how you were constantly stealing glances at me throughout the wedding." "I-I wasn't." He stuttered. "Now leave all that. I really like you. Will you go on a date with me?" Her straight forward proposal caught him off guard. But soon he composed himself and said "I am sorry. But I am not interested to be in any relationships right now. Hope you understand." With that he turned to leave. But she again caught the sleeve of his kurta. "Why are you in a hurry to leave? Have some patience Mr. Oberoi. If not partners, then friends? We can be friends right. It'll be a good start." She said. "Look Ms. Anjali-" "98276342XX- this is my number. I know you'll call me. I am in a hurry now. Bye!!" Anjali informed and walked away hurriedly from there leaving Arhaan baffled. •~•~•~• ARHAAN OBEROI 28 years old handsome and rich business man with a broken heart and sad past. ANJALI SINHA 25 years old, beautiful and growing model with a sunshine smile and soul. What happenes when she meets her crush who had politely rejected her, after two years? Unaware of his feelings for her, she's determined to heal him But will he let her...? Dive in to know what happenes in this tale of second chance romance of Arhaan and Anjali...

[ON HOLD] "𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞, 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. "𝐏𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐬 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ What happens when Richard Knight, the richest businessman in the United States dies in his own house? It disturbs the working of the entire nation, entangling six people in a web making them play the game of life and death. Maya D'Souza, the wife, Hayden Knight, the younger brother and Rajveer Singhania, the business rival are the prime suspects of this murder. Each of them having their own reasons, secrets and an image to protect but that's almost impossible when you have the entire FBI behind you and the world is enjoying the scandal of your life. Siddharth Grover, the head of FBI leading this inspection of the murder along with Riccardo D'Angelo and Olivia Forbes is hell bent to find the guilty and destroy their entire life before putting them behind the bars for life. On the other hand is Rysa Kapoor who would do anything to protect her best friend, Maya, even if it means she has to frame someone. But the question that remains is, Who Killed Richard Knight? "Shhh... wo ek Raaz hai."

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── I saw him destroying himself in front of my own eyes. Drowning in addictions. That were enough to kill him. I hated it. I hated it everytime he smoked in front of me. I told him to stop but he would just ignore the topic and start talking about something else. I tried my best to hold him tightly-so tightly that my hands began to ache. Finally, when I thought the storm was over, I loosened my grip, thinking that if I made him realize how it feels when the person you love starts running away, he would come running back to me. The moment I allowed myself to believe that maybe everything could be fixed. Destiny snatched him away from me.