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

🌹 Twisted Fates 💔 "She loved him in silence-until silence was no longer an option." Summayah never thought her quiet crush on Jibril would go beyond stolen glances and whispered duas. He was distant, older, and completely out of reach. Until the day her grandmother arranged their marriage-without telling her. Shocked and overwhelmed, Summayah tried to fight it. But love was already blooming in her heart. Long before the nikkah. Long before he even knew. Now caught between tradition, unspoken emotions, and a marriage she never asked for-but secretly wanted-Summayah must face the truth: Sometimes the heart chooses long before you're ready. #HalalLoveStory #CrushToMarriage #TwistedLove #MuslimRomance #SweetAndDramatic

⚠️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."

Kyla never believed silence could feel this loud- until she found herself standing face-to-face with the man who ruined her. Ken grey. His eyes held rage, guilt, and something far more dangerous-regret. "Kyla," he breathed, stepping closer. She stepped back. "Don't. You already destroyed everything." But he didn't stop. He never stopped. "I'm trying to fix it," he said, voice low, trembling. "For once... let me." Her heart wanted to run. Her body refused to move. And he was close-too close. "Kyla," he whispered again. "If love and hate brought us here... then fate isn't done with us." She hated how her breath hitched. She hated how he noticed. And he did notice-because his voice softened dangerously. "I'm not letting you break alone anymore." Her heart betrayed her first. Her eyes betrayed her next. But her voice... her voice stayed strong. "You don't get to choose for me anymore," she whispered. He gave a faint, painful smile. "Then choose me... or destroy me. I'll take either." When love is poisoned by betrayal, the heart becomes its own battlefield. Kyla thought marriage would save her... Instead, it dragged her into a world where secrets cut deeper than wounds. And when Ken discovers the woman he's been breaking... is the same sister he once swore to protect- everything explodes. Will Kyla survive the truth? Or will love destroy them both?

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

"I love you, Bils. I've always loved you," Mukhtar said, his voice low, desperate. "I'm sorry for running away sorry for how things ended between us. Please... just give me a chance to prove myself." He looked at her like she was his last prayer. Bilkisu bit her lip, torn between the ache of remembering and the need to protect what was left of her pride. "Mukhtar?" she said softly, then her eyes hardened. "No." He was her almost. Her what-if. Her once-upon-a-time. And then he disappeared twice. Mukhtar has always known where his loyalty lies: with his family, his culture. But when it comes to Bilkisu his cousin and first love the lines between honor and desire blur. A year ago, they shared something quiet but real until he ghosted her without explanation. Twice. Now, with another man's proposal on the table and pressure mounting, Bilkisu must decide: will she marry for duty, or risk everything for a love that's never been allowed to breathe? But Mukhtar isn't the same man who walked away. And Bilkisu isn't the girl who waited. Set against the backdrop of tradition, expectations, and the sacrifices made in silence, Bound by Honor explores whether love can still bloom in the soil of restraint and what happens when two hearts, bound by everything but time, finally speak.

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

Bound by Fire When ambition meets desire, something always burns. Fatima has spent years building a life on her own terms-sharp, successful, and unapologetically independent. She doesn't fall easily, especially not for men who command every room they enter. But Faruk Shagari isn't just any man. With a reputation for quiet dominance and unwavering focus, he makes her question everything she thought she knew about love, trust, and surrender. Their chemistry is undeniable, but love alone may not be enough. As the wedding draws near, it's not the past haunting them-but the choices they're making now. Faruk's need for control clashes with Fatima's fear of losing herself. Misunderstandings mount. Boundaries blur. And between two forces unwilling to bend, will love survive the fire-or feed it? Can two people used to leading learn how to love without overpowering each other? Can vulnerability exist where ego used to rule? In Bound by Fire, a smoldering standalone companion to Bound by Fate, love is not the softest thing in the room-but it might be the bravest.

*BOOK ONE IN THE ALL THAT GLITTERS TRILOGY Walking out of an abusive marriage 'unscathed', Khadijah thought that was her salvation, the end of her suffering but the years of silent pain proved just how human she truly was and emotions was not something she could shut down. Instead, She fought and restored all her broken pieces....or what was left of them, but like the scars forever imprinted on her, the pain had become a part of her. She destroyed everything that had to do with that painful life but she couldn't destroy herself, the biggest reminder of the pain she went through so she changed, for her sanity she remolded herself, her REBIRTH, soon she realized everything good comes with a sacrifice, she was her sacrifice. First it was the confidence in her steps, the fight in her hooded eyes, and the pain behind her smile, if there was any indication from her stance, it was that she was different and with difference comes challenge. The difference was what drew him and how much of a challenge she was and he never backs out from a challenge. He wanted-no, needed to see the person behind the strong façade she puts up, besides every successful person had a back story and he wont stop till he knows hers. Join khadijah in her journey to rebirth or re-rebirth.

- Love cannot be forced, it must be freely given. - Love is not a duty, it is a gift. - Love cannot be bought, it must be earned. - To force love is to destroy it. - Love is like a butterfly, it cannot be caught or kept, it must be free. - Love is a journey, not a destination. - The chains of love are stronger than the chains of force.