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

" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice. " No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan. " Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly and she looked at her father innocently, her eyes full of tears. " I'm not lying Dad. We were drunk and it just happened." She cried and her brothers glared at Vihaan. " STOP LYING....." He roared and looked at his Aunt Diya who gave him a helpless look. " Aunty, you know me. Please tell them that I could never do such a thing." Vihaan begged his aunt, who caressed his cheek, wiping the tear that just slipped from his eye. " I'm sorry Vihaan. I trust you my child but her defence is strong." Diya whispered painfully. " I want Vihaan to marry my daughter dear Queen." Requested her father and Diya nodded unable to say anything. He just sat there unmoved and filled with rage. " KANVI MITTAL, mark my words, you might be dreaming of a happy marriage whose foundation is lies, but I'll make sure that you feel lonely and unhappy even after being surrounded by many," Vihaan whispered soundlessly and marched out of the Mittal Mansion. He was humiliated for something he didn't do and she is in search of something which he can never be able to. She saw his past, but will she change his future being in his present? Join the journey of Kanvi And Vihaan where it's a forced marriage for one and a love marriage for another.

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...

The fire moth revolves around the burning flame unaware that it is the same fire that will burn it down. Two people who are still finding out their ways in life, but what if love finds them before that? Despite the differences, they come together, sometimes fighting each other and sometimes fixing each other. Two people who come from different walks of life to walking one together along with the flow of life. He didn't know how to fight the everyday challenges of life because he never had to face any but learns it anyhow for her. She didn't know how to receive love but received it anyhow when it came from him. He's not the one to listen to anyone but sits there for hours to hear her talk. When life decides to make you mature in its own ways and love decides to write its own fate, they can't help but become a parvaana for each other, fighting passionately to win in this game of love whilst exploring who they are and who they have become. A story of two people who are classes apart but has the same heart, a story of sacrificing oneself in love, Parvaane Rang: The Passion of Love. Because when it is the matter of love, even the moth is willing to fight the flames.

Synopsis Every one knows what a prostitute do. You sleep with men, get your cash and walk out. No strings attached. Gosh! What if I say am a prostitute and still a virgin. Unbelievable right? Well you gonna find out soon. My name is Katherine Adam, a twenty four years old lady. A Nigerian Lady. A lady with dreams. I never wish to find myself here in Russia and end up been a prostitute. My sister. Blood sister made me believe her lies about being a manager in a company and would love if I join her in Russia. I felt so happy but didn't know I was digging my grave. The so called manager is a prostitute. She lured me to join her, threatening me. I decided to put on a smart face and gave in. One secret she doesn't, I don't sleep with men but I made sure I make money that day. Do you know what I use on men? Gonna find that too. My life has been like this until I met someone. He's cold, arrogant and over possessive. His name Eric Darwin. The sex freak. The guy who wanted me at all cost. And I ended up falling for him. Will I ever think if losing my dignity cause of him? Did he even love me back? Should I revenge on my sister for tricking me into the mess? A lot of questions are crossing my mind right, but there's always and answer to it. This is how my life goes...

SHORT STORY ANJUM Sometimes, the most beautiful cages are the hardest to leave. In an old haveli wilting under the weight of time, a woman waits. She doesn't speak much. She doesn't cry. She listens-to footsteps that no longer pause for her, to laughter echoing from rooms she no longer enters. Her husband smiles more these days. There's another woman in the house now. The maid, Anjum, moves like a shadow beside her. She is her eyes, her voice, her company. She sees everything-every bruise silence leaves behind, every glance that doesn't land where it used to. But even shadows get tired. Even walls can hear too much. The haveli holds its breath. The pillars groan. The air is thick with something left unsaid. Time is testing the house. The cracks are showing. Will she withstand the pillars turning sharp-digging into her skin while the world watches her bleed in silence? Her eyes are tired. Will they dare step forward to reclaim what's righteous, Or will her truth drag her down to watch her master decay with time? What will she choose? Endure the weight? Leave the walls too damaged to repair? Or fall quietly-tarnishing with everything she once belonged to?

He doesn't speak. Not because he won't- But because he can't. Elias Vale is a mute billionaire CEO with a silence that echoes louder than any voice. He runs a graphic design empire with cold precision... and never lets anyone close enough to ask why. Until Loria. A quiet artist hired to create pieces for a Cartier campaign, Loria Haven never expected to be drawn to a man who's never said a word to her. But when his silence starts to feel like a language of its own-one she begins to understand-she realizes some stories are told not in words, but in presence. As her art begins to uncover more than what's on the surface, she'll face secrets, scars, and a love that doesn't need sound to speak.

Dr. Isabelle Okoye, a brilliant award-winning Neurosurgeon develops an experimental memory-erasing therapy for those with PTSD_a process that can erase specific memories. Suddenly starts loosing fragments of her own memory right when a series of murder points to her boyfriend, Dr. Cross Adewanle, a charming general surgeon with a mysterious past. As she investigates, she realizes she might have erased her own memories of helping him cover up the first killing. Now can a crime be covered just because you forgot about it? What if the man you trust the most is the reason you can't remember? How does she uncover the truth when she's erased it? Read and find out!!!

[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."