˙⁠❥⁠˙For every woman who falls for desi romance.

From Nafs to Noor is a quiet yet intense journey of two souls standing at opposite ends of belief, restraint, and desire. She believes freedom is living without limits-answerable to no one, guided only by impulse. Faith feels distant, unnecessary, almost suffocating. Her world is loud, fast, and driven by the nafs, where emotions are weaknesses and attachment is a loss of control. He, on the other hand, lives a life shaped by discipline and silence. His faith is not something he announces, but something he breathes. Every step he takes is measured, every choice weighed against the pleasure of Allah. Calm surrounds him, not because life is easy, but because his heart knows where it belongs. When their paths cross, nothing dramatic happens at first-no declarations, no promises. Only an unease. A presence that lingers. Questions that refuse to stay buried. Something unspoken begins to shift, not outwardly, but deep within. As days unfold, both are tested in ways they never anticipated. Hearts are stirred, intentions are challenged, and boundaries are questioned. What feels like attraction slowly reveals itself as something far heavier-a trial. Because not every connection is meant to be pursued, and not every feeling is meant to be followed. This is not a story where love is easy, nor one where people save each other. It is a story where hearts are confronted, where nafs resists and noor calls softly. Where guidance comes in unexpected forms, and where choosing Allah demands sacrifice, patience, and restraint. Nafs and Noor explores the unseen battles-between desire and obedience, between what the heart wants and what faith demands. It asks a quiet but powerful question: When emotions rise and faith is tested, what will you choose? The answers are not loud. They are hidden in silence, in dua, in loss, and in surrender. To truly understand this journey, one must walk it-page by page. Please read the full book to uncover what remains unseen.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"

"I'm not your personal doctor. And why the hell you want me to bandage your forhead when you have long list of girls to do it for you." I said glaring at him who was surely unfazed at my words as a smirk formed on his face at my words. "My My someone's jealous. Aren't you Ms. Dua?" He said clearly enjoying my anger and I wanted nothing but smack his head right at the moment. "I'm not jealous. And get the hell away from me" I replied sternly. He moved towards me and caging me in his arms not giving me a moment to move back. "Last time I checked you're my wife and also a doctor that make you my personal doctor. And about getting away from you I'm never going to do that." He replied. His voice so deadly scaring me to life but I wasn't the one to back out. "I'm not your wife" I said clenching my teeth at him. "You sure tend to forget things easily. But don't you worry Mrs. Dua Hashir Wali khan. I'm here to remind you everything. Just like you left me there hanging and crying for you. I'll do the same to you but It'll be more painful I promise." He said suddenly while I stood frozen to ground. What mess I've been involved myself into. My life sure is doomed. .......................... If you're here to read a typical story of bad boy and good girl, its not your story. My story revolves around family, loyalty and true love. Sometimes love is not enough for a relationship to last we need to make compromises for our loved ones. It's a story of a compromise that someone made to satisfy their family but is it enough to survive whole life. Read my story to find out what happened between the lovely couple of Dua and Hashir which make them hate eachother. Will this hate last long or love will overcome all the hurdles?

(Read at your own risk !! CRINGE ALERT🚨 ⚠️) Zaviyaan spotted Rooh near the entrance gate, She had a few bruises on her face. He didn't get time to notice her anymore when his legs dashed towards her on their own. Rooh was engulfed by Zaviyaan in a tight embrace. It wasn't like one of the bone crushing hugs they used to give each other. He was hugging her like his life was dependent on it. He scooped her up in his arms and hid her face in his chest sniffing her hair. He finally felt like he could breathe. "I would've died. I would've died . Rooh I would've died." he kept chanting making her eyes go wide. Everyone else was too shocked to do or say anything they knew things had gone too far now. ≧﹏≦ Zaviyaan Haider has endured so many disappointments in life that he has constructed ice tombs encircling his heart. Even his family didn't manage to melt the ice because it had become nearly impossible. But what happens when a tiny girl targets those tombs and begins shooting arrows of affection and devotion, shattering their foundation? Tropes : Age-gap ✨ Grumpy X Sunshine 🐣 She fell first 🐸 He fell harder 🤌

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

"He was my savior then, he is my savior now." When accusations destroy her name, she is abandoned by the very family she called her own. Shattered and alone, she carries the weight of a sin she never committed. In the midst of betrayal, one man chooses to believe her-fighting the world to become her savior. "Aapko kuch chahiye"? She questioned him. "Ji aap". He replied with a grin. Bound by an unexpected marriage, their story begins on fragile grounds. But just as a new life is about to unfold, destiny rips it apart before it even starts. Misunderstandings break what little bond they shared, leaving her spirit even more wounded. "Mere kehne pe apni zabaan se thodi phirenge aap". She said in a low voice. "Tum kehdo toh jeena chod doon". He mumbled. Yet love has a way of healing what pain has shattered. As trust slowly takes root and hearts begin to mend, they discover that sometimes broken beginnings can lead to the most beautiful journeys-of love, faith, and unshakable union. "Mohabbat hogayi hai aapse. Bepanah, beinteha aur behad mohabbat". "Mujhe nahi pata kab, kahan, kaisa huwi. Lekin hogayi. Mujhe bhi aapse mohabbat hogayi hai. Haa shayad jitni aap mujhse karte usse thodi zyada hi". 💔 Accused of a crime she never committed, abandoned by her family... 💍 Married to the only man who trusted her... 🔥 Broken by fate, healed by love-this is their journey of trust, pain, and forever. #1 in responsibilities #3 in protect #9 in muslimlove #8 in trust #23 in cousinmarriage #934 in fiction

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

The Sin Series is a collection of short erotic romance stories woven with desire, temptation, and the thrill of the forbidden. Each tale explores the moments where restraint breaks, boundaries blur, and longing takes control. These stories are not just about passion but about the sins people commit in silence, the cravings they hide, and the emotions that consume them when love becomes dangerous. Filled with intense chemistry, unspoken yearning, possessive pulls, and slow-burning sensuality. Every story stands alone, yet all are bound by one truth - some temptations are too powerful to deny, and some sins feel far too good to resist. Enter a world where desire whispers, rules shatter, and passion leaves its mark.

ishqnama- a tale of thorns and moonlight 🌙 Shehzadi Zerlish Zameer Ali Shah and Shehzada Kaivan Jalal-ud-din -Fictional Region of Punjab, Pakistan - Late 19th Century