⚠️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."

A tale of love, war and Spirituality.

#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 17 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏, 𝑤𝒉𝑜'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝒉𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛.. 𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑘𝑎𝒉. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙.... Started: 28-august-22 Ended: 2-November_22 Editing starts on: 20 feb 23 Ended on: 28 feb 23

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

Aaliya was once a cheerful and free spirited girl, with no worries of the world. But everything changes after one incident. Her world falls apart... she is left broken, abandoned by her own parents and ridiculed by the society. But... fate had written something else for her, there was a hand that would reach into the darkness to pull her out, a heart that would fight against the whole world just to keep her safe. ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ • Broken x Healer • Professor x Student • Single Mother • Touch Her and Die • Emotional healing

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- 28/December/2025