Ten years... she was away from home for that long due to her illness. When Azeerah thinks she'll never be enough. Umar walks into her life like the gentle breeze she has always needed. Will she let him love her or will she like always think she is not good enough.

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

They say everyone deserves a second chance at love. But what happens when the person you want a second chance with has already moved on? Abdul had loved Rabi'ah for as long as he could remember, but after years of feelings that were never returned, he finally let her go and moved on with his life. Now, almost two years later, Rabi'ah finds herself falling for the one person who had once been hopelessly in love with her. Can Rabi'ah find a way back into his heart, or did she realize her feelings a little too late? Find out in YOURS. A spin-off to MINE.

Fatima never imagined her life would change overnight. One moment, she was a university student with dreams, laughter, and freedom... The next, she was told she was already married. To a man she barely remembers. A man who didn't choose her either. Muhammad Hassan is everything she is not-calm, distant, and controlled. While Fatima is expressive, emotional, and full of life. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. Will they learn to understand each other... or remain trapped in a love written in silence?

Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her family laid out for her. But when she meets Al-Amin, her world is turned upside down. As Ruqayyah experiences the joys and struggles of first love, she must confront new emotions, challenges, and choices that will shape her future. Join Ruqayyah on a heartfelt journey of love, faith, and self-discovery as she navigates the delicate balance between family, tradition, and her own heart.

In a marriage built on love but tested by silent wounds, Farah and Abdulrahim have everything-except peace. What was meant to be their happily ever after slowly becomes a journey of learning how to exist beside each other without letting the past steal what they still have. There are things they don't speak about anymore... moments that changed everything... and memories that still linger in the quiet spaces between them. Farah is learning that healing doesn't always mean forgetting, and Abdulrahim is learning that loving her sometimes means holding her steady when she feels like slipping away. Together, they must navigate a bond that is still strong, but no longer untouched. Because love didn't end their struggles... it only made them harder to ignore. Now it's up to them-whether to keep looking back at what broke them, or finally move forward with what's left of what they built. . . . . . . . Sequel of Beyond The Scars, it is advised to read Beyond The Scars First before. But it can also be read as a stand alone. Welcome....

"When Yusuf and Humayra are brought together through an arranged marriage orchestrated by their families, their worlds collide in what feels like a stifling union. But as emotions flare and walls break down, they discover that the line between love and hate is thinner than they thought. In time, they realize their bond was always meant to be. Explore their story in Bound To You©." XOXO ✨🦋 SiyamaM Copyright © 2024.

UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING ‼️ Some wounds don't bleed. They live under the skin-quiet, deep, and scarring. Farah Became another person entirely after finding out about her parents rift at a very young age. And is Separated from her Family for 4 years . Farah tries to escape the trauma-but pain has a way of following you. What happens when Farah is arranged to get married to a long lost friend. They hate each other. But life has other plans. Can two broken souls find peace together? Or will the past tear them apart forever? . . . . . . . . Read And follow the journey of Farah and Abdulrahim. Warning ⚠️ contains some triggering scenes. BEST RANKINGS. #17 in DEEN #1 in HAUSAFULANI #1 in NIGERIAN STORY #4 in LOVE AFTER PAIN #23 in DESMESTIC VIOLENCE #15 in GENERAL FRICTION #1 in AREWA

"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.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."