" I know this marriage started as an arrangement but now I've fallen for you. Please give me a chance to love you and show you that I care." I told her pleadingly. "I'm sorry but I don't do love. I can't love you and this is a loveless marriage that can never have love in it because I don't have love to give you. I'm sorry but don't even try." She said and left me alone in the room. After her Fiance cancelled their wedding at last minute, she was left broken. Her Father decided to get her married to his friend's son whom she doesn't like but to prove to her ex she is a strong woman and to protect her family's image, she agreed. Will she fall for him? Or will their marriage be a disaster? Read to find out more about Madina and Abubakar and their marriage life.😊😘 Highest rankings. #1 on #believeinyourself out of 1.01k stories - 3/01/24 #1 on #fulani out of 261 stories - 29/02/24 #2 on #Abuja out of 273 stories -24/02/24 #99 on #islam out of 15.4k stories - 24/02/24 #1 on #northern out of 596 stories - 3/06/24 #3 on #betrayal out of 118k stories - 15/06/24

A sequel to BROKEN BRIDE. Madina thought she had been fixed forever and is living a happy life with her husband, Abubakar. But what happens when Abubakar decides to get a second wife, under his mother's pressure? How will she cope with the new changes in her home and life? Will she deal with a co-wife's hatred or a Mother-in-law's hatred? Will Abubakar always be on her side? Read to find out!

"You're the never ending blue sky in my world." "Well then you're the green land completing me." Life was crude, a path of potholes and smooth roads. It never stayed stable and neither did Zoya Hayat Malik's. Ever since her high school years, she was impeccably drawn towards cardiac studies. After all, cardiologists took care of the heart, an organ too complex to ever fully comprehend. Entering the top medical university in a small town, she dreamt of saving a heart. On the other spectrum of the town lived a passionate architect. His prayers involved more gratitude than requests but there was an unattainable absence deep within his heart. They yearned for the best until fate bind them together. He met the girl who wanted to save hearts. The very first heart she ever saved was his. Whenever he crossed paths with her, the desire to hold onto her starved him. She kept enchanting him. They wanted to walk together until they reached Jannah, until it was only Him & His Muslimah. -HIM AND HIS MUSLIMAH-

They say some hearts recognize each other before eyes ever meet. Before I knew your name, my soul had already whispered it in sujood. Before I saw your face, my heart had painted it in every quiet moment of longing. And when fate finally let our paths cross, it felt less like meeting you... and more like remembering you. Alayna Shaikh Warm-hearted and quietly steadfast, Alayna carries a sincerity that lingers long after her smile fades. Raised in a small Pakistani village steeped in tradition, her childhood was wrapped in familiarity and faith. But at ten, everything changed when her family moved to Qatar, a world of opportunity that came with its own quiet ache. When the noise of adjustment grew heavy, Alayna found solace in faith. She pursued Islamic Studies in South Africa, spending eight years away from home years that shaped her into a woman of depth, grace, and unshakable belief. Now back in Qatar, she finds her thoughts drawn to someone she has never truly known a presence that lingers in her heart like a prayer unanswered. Aamir Al Qasim Born into privilege and legacy, Aamir's life was carved by expectation. With piercing hazel eyes that hold both warmth and restraint, and a calm strength that speaks louder than words, he embodies the balance between confidence and humility. Despite the ease of wealth, he guards himself against pride, anchoring his soul in the remembrance of Allah. But when a fleeting encounter with a modest young woman stirs something within him something he cannot name nor dismiss, Aamir finds himself haunted by her absence. He searches for her everywhere, yet destiny seems to keep her just beyond reach. When two souls are written for each other, time bends, hearts ache, and prayers begin to take shape. Will fate finally weave Alayna and Aamir's paths together or will the unseen tests of life pull them apart before they ever truly meet?

PREVIEW!!! Book Description Zarah has never known a day without pain. As a sickle cell warrior growing up in a home where her illness was dismissed as laziness and her father refused to believe in hospitals, survival was her only goal. Her only dream? To see her younger sister, Marwa, become a doctor, because Zarah herself never had a chance at education, never had a chance at a future, never had a chance at love. Until Falmata. A kind woman who saw beyond Zarah's fragile frame and took her in, giving her a home, a purpose, and eventually... a doctor. Zayn is everything Zarah isn't- wealthy, respected, and the owner of the very hospital where she finds herself fighting for her life. But he's also something she never expected: a man who fell in love with her soul long before he ever touched her skin. "I've seen a lot of beautiful things, Zarah. But nothing beats the way your eyes light up when you see me." But love isn't simple. Not when the odds are stacked against them, her health is failing, leukemia lurks in the shadows of her sickle cell, and a family secret is about to unravel everything she thought she knew about herself. Can a fragile heart, when loved correctly, really survive? Can a man who has everything truly love a woman who has nothing? And can two souls from different worlds build a forever when the clock is ticking? In a world where love was never meant to find her, Zayn proved that some loves aren't just stories, they're a lifetime offer.

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."

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.