#11 in Islam under spiritual (5/1/17) #14 in spiritual (8/2/2016) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• *EDITING- Please bear with me I know it's a difficult read because of how bad its structure is; also since the story is being edited - it may take a while to do so - the plot may not really make sense right now* "The front door opened and in came the monster poopie but without the nincompoop. He leaned on the kitchen island with his cold eyes staring into my glaring ones. "Mum and Dad have called us over for dinner tonight." He said. "Alright. What time?" I asked. "Around 8pm. Dress nicely." He said curtly looking at what I was wearing. I scowled at what he said and went to my room taking Simba with me. I prayed my Asr Salah. And got down to business; of what to wear tonight." Read inside to find out Sophia's and Nadir's story!

"You..!!!yes you are the one because of whom I lost everything in my life. I can't stay happy... I can't breathe properly..... I lost interest in everything.... each and everything..... my life has become a mess.....all my dreams are broken like a glass......how can you do that??? I was about to loose the most Important person of my life.... just because of you...!!! I am never going to forgive you..!! Get lost and don't ever even try to show Me your face..!!!"... I was angry... my eyes turned red... I was feeling exhausted... and then... just then................' Zaina is a girl who lived her life pure...for her future husband .....being a muslimah marriage is one of the biggest dream of her life... Zidan a boy with an aim of becoming an architect..... and marriage for him is the last thing on his mind.... But Allah has planned something different for them....... will they ever fall for each other.....?

"Get your hands off my sister!" Hamza pulled me away immediately.I yelped and tightened my hold on the dress as Hamza shielded me.Talha glared me,ignoring Hamza and snatched the dress from me.He threw it away and I saw with horrified expression as it flew to the road and disappeared.I opened my mouth to protest but before I knew it,Hamza was dashing towards Talha and out of no where,he landed a punch on his jaw. "Will someone freaky tell me why is that my sister is with you? Where is my fiancé and What the heck are you two doing at the middle of the night at the streets with our cousins!?" Hamza bellowed making us all flinch back. "Hamza,I think you need to sit down before we give you all the details." ___________________________________________________________ When Fatima returns from Germany,her only motive is to stop her brother's wedding.But what happens when the bride-to-be is not what she seems? And what happens when the night before the wedding,she disappears? Talha has no choice but to ask Fatima to help him,even through he hates her since the college days. But what happens when love blossoms between the two during the search for the bride? A story of self reflection and finding who you are along with romance with tad bit of comedy. Note : This is mostly unedited work and is written by LavenderGurrl.Any request or message,please send it on her account.Please do comments and vote ^-^

They say distance means so little when the person means so much... But when you mean nothing to that person then, the little distance will definitely mean so much... They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place... They say the worst thing about distance is we don't know whether they miss you or forget you, but what if they don't even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you every day... Distance doesn't just refer to the miles between two persons. Because we are not living in different places far away from each other, but still, there is a distance between us. Is it going to be just there forever? Or will there be any way to reduce it... You may have become my husband, but you made yourself as a stranger to me by forming this distance between us, and I am losing the little hope which I formed in the beginning slowly...

They were once childhood friend, she once had a crush on him but he loved someone else. Then they got separated over something so little. He became friends with her brother and years later they meet once again. He loves her now but she hates him now. His a player, she a modest Muslim. He believes in true love as she hates the word love. He wants her, she wants to escape from him. What will happens when she is forced to marry him as his older brothers last request. He promises himself that he will make her fall in love with him again. She promise herself she will never love him again. Who fulfils their promise? They say opposite attracts! - once upon a time

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

Sarah Shahzad, a 25 years old broken yet strong Muslim girl who had a boyfriend just because she wasn't ever loved before, even by her own parents. So she succumbed to the temptation of being loved and held onto the fake hanging-from-a-loose-string promise that her boyfriend would marry her soon. But contrary to her fantasies, she was raped by that selfish, vicious excuse of a boyfriend because she couldn't successfully complete a task, even though she had tried her level best to not fail him and even risked her life. And now she's pregnant. M. Ammar Mukhtar, a 29 years old Muslim, co-running a gang with his best friend along with being a tennis coach, sometimes also lending a hand in the successful business of his best friend, strongly believes in love even after losing his unrequited first love. But he still doesn't let a chance slide to flirt and take a girl on date. Then there's this one girl sharing mutual hatred with him, who he thinks willingly slept with a guy out of marriage because she looked like that type. But being the caring guy he is, he ends up marrying her to rescue her from an abortion her parents were forcing her into. Join them in the journey where hatred would partially change to lust but would love ever make it's way between them? Or would they separate the moment the baby is born? [Book 2 in the "Married series".] [It's a stand alone spin-off of THaM, so you don't have to read that to understand this but well if you do that'll just be a bonus.] A Muslim story!