Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

☆ AMAAN ULLAH ZAMAN ☆ 27 year old ex-marine who is now looking for some meaning in his life. After his father remarried he doesn't have a family to call his own. When the opportunity of bodyguarding a spoilt princess comes along he takes it up. But will he regret this decision. ♡ LAYLAH ALI MANSHA ♡ 24 year old Laylah has trust issues. She has seen a lot in her life already and doesn't want anyone else ruining the little peace she has. When Aman enters her life uninvited how will she deal with him. Rather how will she deal with him knowing her secrets. She is broken, but so is he. She is lonely but so is he. She has demons and he knows how to tame them. She loves to cook and he loves to eat. Amaan and Laylah come from different ends of life. He is struggling to make ends meet and she is struggling to spend her money? What happens when Amaan tumbles into Laylah's life uninvited. Can she learn to trust him? ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ Although this is a muslim based love story, it is open for anyone from any background. Art isnt subjective to one culture or religion. Dont be afraid to peak in.

"One day you would find someone just like you, Islah. And that day, you will stand shaking in your place because she is just your type" - Islah was the kid who did math problems as his hobby. He was blessed intellectually but with his emotions, well he was a mess. Yusra was similar to him in many ways than just intelligence. When two such similar people meet, things get a little challenging. Islah throws tasks her way and she works through them like they don't matter which irks Islah. In the little game of irking, mocking and challenging each other, they get too distracted to realize that just maybe, they are meant to be? This is a story of two people in a world where everything is encrypted as they try to decipher what love actually means to them. © Copyright scopian_16 2020

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

He stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in General Fiction 9/15/17 81# in general Fiction on 9/30/17 59# 9/29/17.

#2| Dunya| 28-08-18 Maryam's life tends to always take a turn for the worst. Loosing her mother at the tender age of 14, she was left with a non other than malevolent step mother. Tomorrow's misery is no shrinked than today's. Viewing the world in a phase of cruelty seems to be the only alternative. She had thought she'd seen hell, but she was proven entirely wrong. Join Maryam as she swirls around in an undesired world of unfamiliarity without a known destination. Would she find the warm heart she had been yearning for? Or would she be proven wrong yet again?

"The reason we can't let go of someone is because deep inside, we still have hope." Then, let go. That so-called hope, it's destroying you. "It was us against the world, what happened?" She didn't appreciate the world you were offering her. "We were once so damn happy." Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. It was once there, but not anymore. - - - His heart belongs to someone else. Her heart belongs to him. She wants to be his moonlight in the dark. He... he wants her to be his mistake. **Full Summary Inside**

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat quick. Haiders strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger. A white ring with small Diamonds. A holy Bond which was meant to be cherished, was nothing but a testament of his Ownership of me. A daily reminder of the golden cage I'd be trapped in for the rest of my life. The Maulvi spoke the final words, "Do you Zara Noor Khan daughter of Tariq Khan, accept Haider Ali Shah as your husband with the Haq Mehr of twenty Lacs?" I closed my eyes and whispered the words. "Qabool hain" "Qabool hain" "Qabool hain" It was final she was Haider Ali Shahs wife until the bitter end.

**BOOK ONE OF HIS AND HIS ONLY SERIES** He held a chuck of my hair in his hand as he forced me to sign unknown papers. My hand shook rapidly when I touched the tip of my pen to the paper. "Sign it." He growled. Tears collected at the corners of my eyes as I finished the last letter in my name. "Your mine." He grinned. ----------------------------------------------- Phoenix and her family are poor probably as poor as dirt but, when a man offers a deal to their family, her discourteous mother jumps at the idea. The only catch is he wants Phoenix and in return they will get money. Phoenix wants her little brother to live a happy, healthier life so she is stuck. But, when she signs it she never knew she would have to leave her old life behind. "Your life is me now." Xidan leered. "And no going back." --------- WARNING!- Spelling errors will appear!! I'm only human.