╰┈➤ ᴬᵐⁱⁿᵃ ˣ ʸᵘˢᵘᶠ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞: 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐥-𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐥-𝐖ā𝐣𝐢𝐛 [𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲] ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ They thought love was enough. He promised her the impossible not because he wanted to lie, but because he believed he could do it for her. She believed him, not because she wanted all of them, but because of the way he made them seem so easy. But love is light, and marriage is weight. And weight when carried too long, can dim even the brightest flame. He returned each night with shoulders bent under the burden of responsibilities. Too tired to notice the soul he once swore to cherish. She slept every night crying, her eyes hung heavy with sleepless nights, her shoulders stiff from cradling the baby. Each thought their sacrifice was the greatest. Each thought the other did not see. Silence grew louder than love. Promises turned to shadows. What was once a sanctuary became a battlefield of exhaustion. They never fought. But the silence was enough to break what even the strongest weapon could. They did not fall out of love. They simply lost sight of it, buried beneath the endless facade of duty and neglect. Every story begins with love. But not every love survives its story. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ° Themes of martial conflict, divorce, emotional neglect, parental exhaustion and postpartum depression. ° Harsh storyline. ° Not a happy ever after story. ° Real life crisis. ° Read at your own risk.

╰┈➤ᴱʰᵃᵃⁿ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᴸᵉᵃʰ ᴶᵒⁿᵃᵗʰᵃⁿ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ-ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥-𝐇𝐚𝐰ā - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ Tears keep flowing endlessly. Our hearts are aching, yet the world is so cruel. Not being able to take it anymore, I run into his arms. He immediately pushes me away, repulsed by my touch. "Don't Leah." He says sternly. "Why not?!!" I scream, finally letting my anger spill. I know he loves me too. So why is he acting so strong? Like none of this affects him. Like my heart means nothing. Like I mean nothing. I collapse into the floor crying desperately. Why isn't there a way for us to be together?? Why did I love him?? Why does my heart ache this way?? When I look up, he's still looking away. As if looking at me alone will burn his eyes. I know he's very firm in his faith, and I always admire him for that. But how can he still be so heartless after seeing me break down like this. When did my Ehaan become this heartless?! His jaw clenches. He finally turns around but still doesn't look at me. He's looking at the ground. "Leah" He calls out. "Let's get married." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ° ᴍᴜꜱʟɪᴍ ᴍʟ x ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ ꜰʟ ° ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

╰┈➤ ᶻᵃʸᵃᵃⁿ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᴺᵃᶻⁿᵉᵉⁿ ᵀᵃʳⁱq ᶠᵃⁱᶻ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥‑𝐍𝐮𝐝ū𝐛 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Nazee!!" I shouted, breathless from running. She turned and smiled at me. "Yes, Zayy?" "Why are you leaving me, Nazee?" Tears welled up in my little eyes. "Because... I don't belong with you." "Am I bad, Nazee? Is that why you're leaving me?" I asked sobbing at the thought. "No, Zay" she replied calmly. "You're a good boy." "Too good." "Then why, Nazee?" I asked, swallowing my tears. "Because, we're not meant to be together." She smiled softly and turned around. As she walked away, I ran after her, afraid of losing her. But in the blink of an eye, she vanished. I collapsed onto the grass, my mind completely numb. Suddenly, I jerked awake. It was a dream. Five-year-old me, running behind six-year-old her. And yet, one question kept ringing in my mind. "Why aren't we meant to be together, Nazee?" ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜰʟ ° ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍʟ ° ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ° ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ x ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ° ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

╰┈➤ ᴬᵐⁱʳᵃʰ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᶠᵃʳʰᵃᵃⁿ ᶻᵘⁿᵃⁱʳ ᴬˢˡᵃᵐ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 3: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥-Ṣ𝐚𝐦𝐭 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it'd be. Ehaan entered inside and sat on my bed in front of me. "Sweetheart, you're sure about this right?" I swallowed the tears threatening to spill and forced a smile. "Yes Ehaan. Why will I not be? It's our Farhan. He'll treat me right." I still didn't meet his eyes. Because one look into them, and I would fall into his arms and break. "Amira." He lifted my chin to look at him. "You can hide from anyone, but not from me." "Why did you agree Ira?" That's it. I collapsed into his arms sobbing. "Ehaan...I don't know..." "You know I'll have to get married someday right" "How much can I keep running from relationships just because of that one incident??" "I'm trying to be strong Ehaan." "For once I want to be able to protect myself, even without you all." "And it's Farhan Ehaanii" "I don't think I'll ever find anyone who can understand me better than him." I guess this is it. Where the broken princess picks her pieces and rebulids herself. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴇɪɴᴅꜱ ° ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ x ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ° ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ꜰʟ ° ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʀ. ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴍɪꜱꜱ. ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Aneesa Adisa had everything she ever dreamed of-a loving husband, a stable life, and the hope of a family. But in the blink of an eye, her world shatters. before she could share the joy of her pregnancy with the man she adored, tragedy strikes: her husband dies, leaving her alone and carrying the life they created together. Grief becomes her constant companion, and she vows to live only for her child, closing her heart to love forever. Zayyan Idris has known loss in a different way. A former soldier turned pilot, he survived battlefields, betrayal, and a marriage that fell apart in his absence. A leg lost in combat is a reminder that life is fragile and fleeting, and he has sworn to live alone, trusting no one and letting no one close enough to hurt him again. When fate brings them together, sparks aren't immediate. At first, they simply tolerate each other-two hearts hardened by life, each carrying burdens the other can sense but never fully touch. Yet as time passes, shared grief, quiet understanding, and subtle moments of connection reveal that even the most guarded hearts can find a way to beat together. A story of resilience, healing, and second chances, Hearts in Exile explores the courage it takes to open your heart when life has already broken it once. Copyright ©️ 2026 larh_writes #1 in deen out of 1000+ stories #3 in naija out of 873 stories

╰┈➤ ᵀᵃʰⁱʳᵃ ᴴᵃˡⁱᵐᵃʰ ˣ ᴬᶠⁿᵃⁿ ˢⁱᵈᵈⁱqᵘᵉ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ 𝗛𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙛𝙣𝙖𝙣: "𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄'𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨." 𝗛𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨: "𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Do you, Afnan Siddiq Naeem Mohammed, accept Tahira Halimah, daughter of Abu Bakar and Saliha, to take care of her throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept, I accept, I accept." Goosebumps ran through my spine as I heard the deep voice of my now husband accepting to marry me. And I knew it was my turn next. "Do you, Tahira Halimah, accept to marry Afnan Siddiq, son of the late Naeem and Jamila, to take care of him throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴɪᴋᴋᴀʜ ° ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ° ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ x ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ° ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʟ x ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟ ₊˚ ✧ ‿

A halal modern love story of 2 Muslims trying to heal themselves from their pasts and move forward as better people. Cyra recently moved to Paris with her family. Omar has been living there for most of his life. When they meet one fateful day their lives become intertwined forever. Both people are going through their own phase of healing. Follow them as they try to make amends with their pasts and move forward as stronger people together and try their hardest to make their emotions for each other halal. Will they find love for themselves & for each other in Paris or does Allah SWT have other plans? ---- Yes, this book is about Muslims but it is free for all to read :) Some of the lingo may be hard to understand. I'll try my best to explain them in the A.N ---- Currently writing and uploading chapters. All extra editing will be done when book is completed. ---- Achievements: #1 in halalromance [2/18/2022] #1 in Paris [3/1/2022] #1 in Sudan [3/23/2022] #1 in halal [4/1/2022] #1 in halalromance [4/5/2022] #1 in deen [1/23/2023]

The story of a Pakistani girl born in a desi middle class household. Being part of the society that believes Fair is Lovely, Madiha has a hard time settling with her brown skin and ordinary looks. All her mother wants, like every other desi mother, is for her daughter to find a prince charming that would fly her off to his lavish kingdom.. However, they soon realize that prince charming may not be all that charming and that true love may not always reside in lavish kingdoms. Sometimes it's infront of you, all you need is a pair of eyes that has the sight to see it. That's why they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Disclaimer: Book dialogues in Roman Urdu still un-translated

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

Some incidents of laughter, some thoughts of tears, some quaint experiences and some deep musings of my life. I guess they speak about my crazy love for Him... Or maybe, just maybe, they reveal His beautiful love for me...?