"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

Iqra Mumin is in her last year of university. After her mom's tragic accident a couple of years ago, her mum has become weak and tired. Iqra helped her mom so much and now the most hottest guy with the best personality ever has proposed to her. She can't seem to grip her mind on things, though, being the curious girl she is. Is this a present? Is she getting related for the help she's done? Is it worth it to accept the present? And will this present be good enough to spend the rest of her life with?

From the outside, I may look like I'm just like any other girl but inside, I'm a mess. My life changed all because of what I witnessed and suffered five years ago. That one night still haunts me; just like the 'Blackmailer' from my present. Oh and yes, there's a boy. There always is one, right? But will it lead to anything? Since I'm a hooded hijabi. [ "If dunya is your focus then quite frankly I don't know the answer to your question either. However, Ali, we keep forgetting the real purpose of our life which is why we fail to attain peace. Your purpose should be Him."] Read #TheHoodedHijabi for a dose of a spiritual fiction with a dash of thrill, mystery and halal romance.

Friendship...small word right? Eh? Ever heard of this? Friendship is a small word, but has hundreds of emotions.. Making a million friend is not a miracle,, the miracle is to make a friend who will stand by you,, when millions are against you.. If you have a friend which is miracle, consider yourself lucky.. Not everybody get friends Like you have.. This story is based on 4 best friends i,e Mary,Fary,Fatim,Fatin on how they met,how thier hatred changed into friendship they named their band as MF3_ROCKKZ.. They are the body guard of each other.. Always protect each other.. Jealousy?? Ofcourse who wont b jealous..?? Everytime someone tried to break thier friendship..they failed.. B'cause they dint knew who they were gonna mess up with... MF3 rockzz... It will get intresting when MF3 meets DHOOMBROS.. they started competating for each and everythng,,... But picture mein villain na ho toh Picture kaisi?? Wanna know more?? Read the story..

It was not an arranged marriage because an arranged marriage occurs when the third party decide something for you. It was not a love marriage either because love marriage occurs when you marry someone you love. It was a forced marriage. Jasmin didn't have a choice. Her parents didn't have a choice. He wanted her and only her. Nobody could or can stop him. Highest ranking: #37 in romance * Copyright 2014 by deep_side_love. All Rights Reserved.

"Will you marry me?", he asked but i didn't dare to look up at his face. How can a man wants to marry a messed up girl like me? After knowing my dark past and knowing what i have been through. How? Was it possible? Why out of so many he chose me? Was I worth to be his wife? What about his family, what would they think of me? One thing came to my mind with a full force, was I ready? ------------- Romaisa, 22 and Orphan was living with her foster parents since her parents were murdered when she was only 2. Despite the hardships, hurdles and bad days she was a good muslim. ALWAYS believe in ALLAH. Untill one day, on her 22nd birthday her foster parents decided to get her married and as obedient as she was, without any arguments, she accepted the offer and got married but little does she knew that it was not an actual marriage but she was being sold. There would be ups and downs. How would romaisa manage to live? Would she be able to survive? Read it out to know.