What would you do when you are constantly blamed of horrible things that are happening around you and you are innocent but it appears like you are indirectly responsible for it? Zoya Farooqi is considered as unlucky , every man that approaches her for marriage lands in mysterious accidents, with continuous taunts and being blamed starts breaking Zoya, watching Zoya loosing her confidence and herself, a heartbroken father takes a desperate step, her father Gafoor Farooqi makes a deal with Asad Ahmed khan his rival in architecture business to marry Zoya in return he promises a tender which would take Asad's company to new heights and 50% of Farooqi constructions. Is Asad trustable? He is a mystery within himself, Something haunts him and he hides it from all, will that affect their marriage in some way? The unluckiness still haunts Zoya, Is it her fate or a conspiracy?! Join me in the journey of unfolding the mysteries.... Started ➡️ 23 Oct 2018 Ended ➡️ 14 Aug 2020 P.s : A note for Perfectionists and Grammar Naziz's - Needs editing can contain grammatical errors.

Ranked #02 in spiritual. 18/09/16. Alhamdulillah "Please don't." I said taking few steps back and he clenched his jaw. "Why not?" He was literally confused as he took a step closer. I gulped. "Cause you are. Na mehram." I whispered and his frown deepened. ---------- She was just another girl who met Him under the strangest circumstances. But once he rest his eyes on her, it was like impossible to look away. She intrigued him. He scared her. But you know, there are no coincidences, Its all perfect plan of ALLAH Subhan O Tallah. ---- "Hoping for him is like hoping for natural blue roses." I looked up from my hands and frown at Mrs. Khalid. "Uh.. you mean they are rare to find?" I asked confused and she gave me a small smile, which quite dint reached her eyes. "Blue roses don't exist." She informed and I blinked at her. Momentarily, Speechless. ••••

She was his according to shari'ah and law. His wife. His to touch, own and do whatever he wanted to. She was helpless and had nowhere to turn to. He wanted to punish her so badly for all that he suffered because of her and her mother. This was not how he thought he would start his married life and particularly his wedding night. He was standing right in front of her with a distance of a couple of steps. She could very well see the shameless and lustful stare of her husband, she was trying to cover herself with her soaking wet Dupatta that was sticking to her body. He took a step forward she took two backwards. "What are you doing" she asked him nervously. "What I should have done earlier" he replied. A tale of two women, Zarghoona trying to overcome the pain of the past and Anissa trying to control her fear of the future.

Previously known as 𝑸𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕 - 𝑪 𝑳 𝑶 𝑺 𝑬 𝑵 𝑬 𝑺 𝑺💓 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑟-𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖 𝑗𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑛, 𝑝𝑟 𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖. 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑉𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑞 𝑘𝑖.... _𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑖 --------------------------------- A collection of short stories, that will take you to a journey of love and passion. >>Qᴜʀʙᴀᴛ (completed- on going translation) >>Fɪᴛᴏᴏʀ. (Complete and translated) >> Tʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ (ongoing) >> Mᴏʜᴀғɪᴢ(coming soon)

"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart. "Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated. She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely. He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly. "Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling. "Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back. *** The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work. His life was pretty normal until she entered his life. He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply. Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together. But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else?? Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.

Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also recognized for their valor and leadership. Badr, son of Sheikh Faisal, a valiant knight known among the tribes. Due to his father's grave illness, Badr is named the leader of the Rashideen tribe causing hurdles to make their way to him, and among those predicaments is a woman with dark hazel eyes. #1 in Spiritual #1 in Arab Book 2 of the series. To comprehend this book further, please read PRINCE OF KNIGHTS first.

In the winding streets of the Persian Empire, a poor girl is chosen to become the third prince's concubine. Aliya Farhad has no interest in the lofty ideas of the palace, the staff, or her lover. Prince Cairo has all the interest in his blue-eyed Arabic mistress. But things change when Aliya realizes that the prince is gaining power - and not in a political sense. After all, it's quite a strange sight to see one's lover gaining cosmic power from a tiny oil lamp. *** A 1001 Nights and Aladdin Retelling.

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.