𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈; "𝑩𝒊𝒓 ç𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈ö𝒛𝒆 âş𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂, 𝒅𝒊ğer 𝒈ö𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌ö𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒏." 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. _________________________________________ Ayesha lives in the heart of Istanbul, running a small, worn-out bakery that smells of memories she cannot let go of. Between unpaid bills, a sick father who doesn't remember her, and a younger brother who is her only reason to keep breathing...with a trauma and a past of obssesion that never leaves her alone she carries a life far heavier than her fragile shoulders should. _________________________________________ People call her many things...Some call her resilient, Some call her foolish And some... Call her a Curse... But Ayesha has learned one thing the hard way kindness is easy to give, but trust is a luxury she can no longer afford. Until one day-- A stranger walks into her bakery, Broken. Bleeding....Desperate. Musa Altan. A man with tired eyes, dangerous silences and secrets buried deeper than the wounds on his skin. He asks for nothing but work... but stays like he belongs And slowly, He begins to stand where no one ever has before In front of her. Against the world...When accusations rise, when her name is dragged through dirt, when her past is used against her He doesn't ask...He doesn't doubt...He protects...Because some loves don't begin with confession...They begin with presence With standing beside someone when the world chooses to turn away. But not all stories of protection are soft. Some are written in blood, in Yearning . ------- Because beneath his name lies a truth no one is ready for.

A compilation of the funniest memes you'll ever come across! Smiles are contagious, and this book is basically a pandemic-brace yourself. None of these memes are mine; just a collection of Instagram gold. Laughter is the best charity, so think of this book as a sadaqah jariyah!

❝Are you bald, babygirl? Is that why you cover your head?❞ The Bully and His Babygirl ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. [#1 in Bully, 01.02.2021] . . . In addition to being looked down by the entire school because of her faith, the school 'badboy'- Zayd is adamant on making Alya's life hell. A project together and a study trip is all it takes for Alya to discover who Zayd really is. And, for Zayd to discover his feelings for Alya that he never realized he had. There's more to Zayd than meets the eye. And Alya is determined to find out what he's hiding. . . . ❝𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?❞ . . . [ His series : Book 1 ] Highschool Romance; *not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Note- Idk why Wattpad put a mature tag to this book. This book does not contain mature themes and is suitable for ages 13+ Ranking- #3 in Teenfiction #5 in Chicklit ×2 (06.01.2021) and (08.01.2021) #2 in Bullied (31.01.2021)

The story revolves around a girl named Qurat-ul-Ain, who is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Microbiology from a renowned University in Kolkata. She is intelligent and a person of nerdy disposition. During her University holidays she visits her family in Hyderabad, where she meets her childhood acquaintance Yahya, a young man in his mid-twenties. He is a right-handed batsman who is known for his high strike rate and dynamic performance in domestic cricket. Aina's (Qurat-ul-Ain) prejudice and unreasonable opinion about cricketers change after meeting Yahya. On the other hand, Yahya's childhood love for Aina rekindles after many years of no contact. Join Yahya and Aina's emotional but chaotic journey.

Completed ✔️ Book one of the Hearts Entwined series ♡♡♡ I looked around to see where Zaidan had disappeared and when my eyes finally met his. He had raging fire in his eyes that made me take a step back in fear. "What did I d..do?" I stuttered A loud slap echoed through the living room and I felt a stinging sensation on my left cheek, tears immediately blurred my my sight and my gaze remained fixed on a single spot on the floor. "You married the wrong person! I'm not who you think I am. I am going to make your life so miserable that you are going to beg me for divorce. Stay out of my way. Don't come near me. Don't pretend you care. Don't touch my stuff! Pretend like a perfect couple in front of our families so that I can take over the companies with ease! TELL MY SISTER A SINGLE THING AND YOU'LL REGRET BEING BORN! I'm not your husband so don't try to care like a wife to me. You are nothing but a sl*t. You disgust me Ameera and I hate you and I'll always hate you so STAY AWAY FROM MY SIGHT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He grabbed my chin making me look into his rage filled eyes, I could barely nod before everything went dark. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ameera, a 23 year old med student, who came from a family where love and unity blossomed like tulips in a tulip field. She is arranged to marry the man of her dreams, or she thought so. Zaidan is a 25 year old CEO of his dad's company, and is the total opposite of Ameera, he hates his family, and is a ruthless, cold-hearted jerk. What happens when two opposites are intertwined together? What happens when their rage filled souls reunite once again after one of them takes off during a difficult period in time. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 🤍

She had spent years building a life for herself, steady and carefully controlled. As an architecture student in Birmingham, she understood how to create structures that could withstand pressure. What she never learned was how to protect herself from the things that couldn't be planned. He lived in London, successful, disciplined, and emotionally guarded. He trusted logic more than feelings and certainty more than vulnerability. Keeping people at a distance had always felt safer than letting them close enough to matter. They had known each other since childhood, though never in any meaningful way. For her, he had always been someone she noticed from afar, someone she cared about without expecting anything in return. For him, she was simply a familiar face from a distant past. Then grief changed everything. A loss neither of them was prepared for forced their lives together and left them trapped in a marriage neither had chosen. What should have been a beginning instead felt like an aftermath, built on obligation, expectations, and the weight of everything they had lost. Now they are two strangers sharing a life they never asked for. Between them is silence, unresolved emotions, and a history that feels both too distant and too close. They carry their grief differently, but it follows them into every conversation and every moment. At its heart, this is a story about two people learning how to exist beside one another when neither wants to be vulnerable. About the loneliness of loving someone who doesn't know it, and the fear of caring for someone when it feels too late. Most of all, it asks whether something born from heartbreak and obligation can grow into something genuine, or whether some foundations are too fractured to ever truly hold.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Rabbi shrahli sadri. wayassirli amri. wahlul uqdatam millisani. yafqahu qawli. [surah Taha]. Sometimes love can prove poisonous when you nurture the seeds of your desires rather than nurturing the seeds of your emaan. Sometimes you learn after falling and that's when reality hits you. Sometimes to overcome your desires, you need to go through it, to know why Allah forbade you to go after your desires. Sometimes infatuation is not enough for a marriage to function smoothly but rather it is the understanding between the two. Sometimes Allah makes you fall before He makes you fly just like a striving bird who flutters through the wind and when it is about to fall, it strives even harder and it takes all the strength in the bird to flourish through the heaven while glorifying Allah. Sometimes love elevates your emaan but at times it can be more dangerous than slow poison which can slowly pierce through your strong walls of emaan, steadily making them fragile enough to crumble, which took several years to build. When we have to choose between the two roads, the road which leads to jannah isn't easy. While walking, you will realize that the path is full of obstacles which would stop you midway, which would make you fall hard but, isn't the true believer the one who after falling, picks up every shattered pieces of his heart for the Lord of the A'lameen as the heart belongs only and only to him. P. S. This book is the sequel of door to jannah. So if you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?

Aira never wanted romance. She wanted residency, respect, and a life built on faith - not fantasy. Until a rain-soaked night shift introduced her to Dr. Zayan Mirza, the man who looked composed but held chaos in his chest. Their love grows not in haste, but in softness - chai shared at 3 A.M., stolen glances across ECG monitors, duas whispered instead of confessions. When Nikkah comes, it isn't the climax - it's the beginning. This is not a love story where hearts fall recklessly. It's where two souls fall correctly. A gentle Muslim romance with hospital nights, shy smiles, and a forever built one prayer at a time. AIRA ANSARI • Age: 24 • Profession: MBBS Resident / ER Medical Officer • Personality: calm yet sarcastic, intelligent, emotionally soft but strong, observant, values modesty & growth • Arc: learns to embrace love without losing herself - love as support, not replacement • Weakness: overthinks, hides her feelings • Strength: empathetic, hardworking, spiritually grounded ZAYAN MIRZA • Age: 28 • Profession: Cardiologist / Senior Medical Resident • Personality: composed, sharp intellect, calm exterior with suppressed depth, protective but respectful • Arc: allows himself to feel, to be vulnerable, to choose softness without fear • Weakness: shuts down emotions to avoid pain • Strength: loyal, gentle leader, emotionally safe partner Together they grow - not perfect, but aligned. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Zulaiha Abdallah is a final-year medical student at Nile University, Abuja, living with a past the world refuses to let go. She once loved the wrong man-an abusive relationship kept hidden from everyone. One night, while trying to protect herself, he died. The court ruled it self-defence, but society passed its own judgement. Cleared by law, yet condemned by people, Zulaiha is forced to live with labels such as "A woman who lost her virginity before marriage" whispers, and the stigma of not fitting into society's idea of a "pure" woman. During a visit home for Eid in Kano, her life takes another turn when she is pushed into an arranged marriage meant to settle debts and repair damaged reputations-not to bring love or healing. Her soon-to-be husband, Umar Al Muqtadir, is a respected and successful man with a past as dark as hers. Years ago, an affair led to a child he never got to raise, his lover commited sucide, and a promise he made to never forget her and to find his child. Two broken souls. One forced marriage. Secrets buried deep. As the truth about the past begins to surface- What happens when Umar finds out his child was killed by his girlfriend- about death, guilt, and a child lost "Who was this girlfriend?" -Zulaiha must face the question that has followed her all her life: Is this marriage her punishment... or her only chance at survival?