She was an average muslimah but she had a weakness. She had a strong desire, yet her heart was weak. She found a solution to her weakness but it was only temporary and it was Haram. She then found a permanent solution to her weakness. It was Halaal but her parents didn't agree to it. She took a decision out of anger and that single decision turned her life upside down. She sinned... She violated... She was violated... She regretted... She repented... But there was a vacuum in her life that her past had created that she carried with her every single day of her life. The guilt and burden of her past always weighed her down every step of the way. She wished she could turn back the hands of time and erase that part of her life from her story. But then, her story had not yet ended. Her future seemed bleak because her past posed a threat. Will her story end like this? Probably... Probably not... The past cannot be changed, that is for sure. What about the future?

Azeem is a rising scholar, the pride of his conservative community, and a man with a spotless reputation. He's respected, well-spoken, and deeply religious. Everyone assumes he'll marry someone like himself-quiet, obedient, and traditional. But life has other plans. Zaynab, fiery, bold, and unpredictable, has always been the "black sheep" of her family. When a scandal threatens to ruin her name, her father forces a nikkah between her and Azeem-to protect family honour. Neither of them agrees, but neither has a choice. Now married to a man who resents her for her past, Zaynab feels caged. Azeem, on the other hand, finds himself constantly drawn to her strength, despite everything he believes he stands for. They argue. They clash. They hurt each other.u But love? Love creeps in quietly. Just when Zaynab starts to open her heart, Azeem discovers something devastating-something she kept hidden. He feels betrayed. She feels misunderstood. And just when they're on the edge of falling apart for good... tragedy strikes, forcing them to face the truth: Do they really hate each other, or are they just afraid of love that doesn't fit their perfect picture? #forcetolove

Asad Khan Gusto (The Gay Husband) His father wants him to become a son His mother wants him to become a beast The society wants him to become a man His wife wants him to become a husband But He just wants to be a human Aslia Gusto (The Sick Wife) Her stepfather wants her to become a wife Her mother wants her to survive The society wants her to be submissive Her husband wants her to be dead But she just wants to live 🍁🍁🍁 Aslia Gusto,she was given the title of a wife but never the role. Won the hearts of many but never her husband. But despite her husband's cold persona she still fell first but he did fall harder but in a complicated way. For the trial of their marriage was not you and me against the world but you and me against your rainbow world. This story wasn't just about being confused with yourself,or being at home in the wrong womb. This was also a sentiment of a wife,terrified to lose her husband,not just from the call of death but also from the call of Haram. If a marriage vow is sacred and made in front of God when it is a sin to fall in love? If a man is not for a man,would the wife be powerful enough to free her husband from the Haram touch? Love sees no gender,but the origin of romance is Adam and Eve. 🚨🚨🚨 Heavy content Violence Vulgar words : #1 in Allah(02/15/2026) #1 in Spiritual (03/27/26) #1 in Islam(01/10/26) #1 in IslamicRomance (12/11/25) #1 in Faith-in-God (12/24/25) #1 in Muslimlovestory(03/27/26) #1 in Halal(03/29/26) 2025

⚠️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."

╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

Shavez: "The reason for those wounds is me and so, I want to be the one to heal her. I want her to be mine just as I have always been hers." Haya: "He asked for forgiveness but, what did he e-ever do wrong except that one time-" She halted realizing that she said something she should have buried deep inside her but her stupid mouth had to pull it through. Except for that one time, he confessed his love. ◇◇◇◇◇◇ He was a CEO, wealthy, a perfect man with the perfect life he deserves, caring, compassionate, and Haya could go on complementing him, he was what every girl desires. But he was not Haya's desire. She did not want to keep desires that can not be fulfilled, ever.

She was never the favorite daughter. Never the ideal cousin. Never the girl who fit into mirrors or people's expectations. Mishel Wahaj, the youngest in a large, opinionated family, has grown up hearing one thing - "You need to lose weight." From aunties' taunts to silent glances at weddings, she's been shrinking emotionally long before she ever tried to shrink physically. But on the edge of 18, something inside her breaks - and quietly begins to rebuild. Across the same bloodline, Rayyan Alvi, her much older cousin - a 28-year-old CSS officer - is everything she's not: composed, dignified, unreachable. For years, Mishel barely registered in his world. But when life pulls them back into the same orbit, something fragile begins to form between unspoken words, eyes that linger too long, and a past that refuses to stay buried. This isn't a love story told in flowers and fairytales. It's told in sajdahs, silences, self-worth, and slow healing. As Mishel fights for her identity, her voice, and her relationship with Allah - she discovers that sometimes the most powerful love stories begin when you finally learn to love yourself. A journey of broken mirrors, unexpected souls, and divine timing. Because when Allah writes your story... nothing comes too early, and nothing comes too late.

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

Dua Shah the innocent girl with a devastated life. Never loved by anyone from her family. She lost her mother in early age. She lives with her father and her stepsister ayesha. Who can't stand dua. An incident occurred which took away ayesha's mother recently for which she blames dua. A enforced marriage led her into armaan's life. Armaan rizvi, the young handsome and rich guy. Every girl's dream man. But unlike other guy's who take it for granted armaan is known for his calm nature. He appears in dua's life. Breaks her shell and helps her stand for herself. And finally falls for her even though he loved somebody else. ~~~~~~ "So where is that girl who said never in this life I am gonna marry a person like you." Armaan said putting his hands in his pockets. "Just consider yourself lucky. Armaan rizvi." Said dua with her challenging eyes. Hearing his name from dua was sounding somewhat different to him. "Lucky me. You should be considering yourself lucky that I agreed on this. And why don't you simply say that you can't deny this thing." Armaan said pointing at himself. A laugh left dua and she shook her head at him. Armaan liked her laugh and a smile appeared on his face seeing dua laugh. "What ever makes you sleep at night." She said. ~~~~~~ This book has its own loop holes. The character are muslim but do not necessarily preach islamic practices. I basically am stuck with the phenomenon of romance. Made for each other is a perfect book for someone who is looking for a happy ending romance novel. It also has a hit of mystery, jealously, thrill, family issues and lies. Hope the audience is 15+... Go ahead and read it. You won't regret. Save some reviews too. They are must. And votes too. Do vote please... ~~~~~~ Also available on hinovel for free. Started writing on: 28th March 2020. Completed writing on: 27th May 2020. All copyright reserved.

[𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 #3 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨] 𖣔 It's not the future, I'm afraid of. It's the fear of the past repeating itself that haunts me. 𖣔 ~𝒜𝓎𝒶𝓃𝒶 ℳ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓀.~ 𖣔 The saddest thing I ever did was to beg someone to love me, just the way I loved them. 𖣔 ~ℐ𝓂𝓇𝒶𝒶𝓃 𝒬𝓊𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽.~ ✯✯✯ Two broken people who at first seem opposite but as time passes, they discover they are not so opposite as they thought so. In fact, they are quite similar. When these two broken people's unfortunate fates collide with each other, what will happen? Will they be able to heal each other's broken hearts? Or will they shed each other's hearts into pieces? What if one's crazy ex makes a comeback into their already complicated life? Will they survive amidst all of these complications? Will they be able to embrace love? Or will they have to give their lives to protect each other? All of us know that opposite attracts but what will happen if two similar people collide? Explosion?! Chaos?! Or Trouble?! Peek in to know how two broken-hearted people overcome their fear, rediscovered their lives' purpose and embrace pure and selfless love. #1 in halal #2 in despair ✯✯✯ [Cover Credit @Shabanathestar] 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: It's the third book of the 'Bittersweet series.' CAN'T BE READ AS STAND-ALONE.