Only Aisha
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A match made in jannah  by Shatuuu_i
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Aysha: A 19 years old girl, who is still in university, daddy's girl, and sister to four elder brothers, who doesn't believe in love meets Abdul Embark on this journey with me as we see whether She finds her Prince Charming Abdul: A 24 years old millionaire, only child to his parents and inheritor of his father's empire The next CEO to be who doesn't believe in the idea of love Meets aysha, will he accept his love for her or not
Written in qadr  by Alira_world
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They thought it was just another school year. But Allah had already written everything. Kinza crashes into a new school - literally. Loud, impulsive, and always 5 seconds away from detention. She wasn't supposed to fall for Zayd, the calm, silent boy who treats feelings like forbidden chapters. But this story? It's not just about them. It's about Anaya, Shruti, Eyana, Meghna - girls with laughter in their lungs and secrets in their hearts. Hamza, the quiet rock. Hamdan, the chaos in a hoodie. Rayyan, with spoken glance And Aris - the little brother no one asked for but everyone ends up loving. They fight, forgive, cry, crush, and sometimes... fall apart. This is a story of windows that remember glances, prayers whispered under breaths, du'as made in silence, and the ache of loving someone you were never meant to hold - but always meant to meet. Because in the end, some stories aren't just felt. They're Written in Qadr.
JADWA     by mayaaawrites
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Finding Forever by Aishatuugali
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Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.
ORNAMENTS ✅ by hawwaiuf
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©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.