'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

Er, I hate him but he's kinda cute. And he hates me too but I'm, well, I'm generally a very good human being. ______ It's an enemies to lovers trope, set in a small town and I hope that is all that takes for you to read it.

"I have to do this, Sumaira. I'm sorry." I fall to the floor, my hand holding my belly. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I'm praying sincerely that this is some sick joke, but it's not. Our empty home mocks me and his side of the wardrobe that is now empty confirms it. He said we are forever. He lied. He said he'd never leave me. He lied. He said he loved me. He lied. My heart shatters, as I look over the piece of paper again. I was no long his Mairah and he my Muzhir. Status: Ongoing. Update pattern: As frequently as possible.

Inn shaa allah, I will be posting reminders which will benefit all of us. If you want me to cover any specific topics, do PM me. Inn shaa Allah, I will try to help you.

Ten very short science fiction stories by Deborah Walker. Now a featured collection on Wattpad. First Foot: What will the New Year bring when you're a very long way from home? Aunty Merkel: Aunty Merkel never brings a present to a wedding; she brings something better Glass Future: How do you live when you know the future?