. . . [Highest rank :- #8 in hotlist as of 19-01-2018] [ Featured in the wattpad block party 2017 - winter edition] [ First place winner of the Fiction Awards 2018 ] [ Sub Genres : spiritual, romance, action, mystery/thriller and humour ] . . . ❝ "the stars, the moon, the sun, they don't change. why is it that we do?" "do the stars, the moon, the sun, live in us?" "no, they don't." "however, there are some people who they choose to live in. because they're just too miraculous. and it's those people who don't change." "do you know of any such people?" "didn't know until now. but i found one. and i'm willing to be her dark sky." ❞ . . . Afra Aazeen wishes to get her name enrolled in the Scientific Technology Valley, Dhahran which happens to be one of the leading aeronautical universities of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Her dreams require more than just her abilities to stand up against the society's barren and narrow minds. It gets even more challenging when her parents are Christians and she is a revert, trying to hold onto her new faith while adjusting her lifestyle according to the new principles. Just like any hurdle that pops up without a prior warning, her life takes a twist for the worst. Leaving her hanging at a cliff with obstacles worser than death itself.

#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.

He craved the sweetness of her touch, crazed in a frenzy for a woman too pure for his bitter life. * * * * Tasneem was a natural artist. She could create masterpieces with anything whether it be makeup, paints, or cooking. Her tuition bills are becoming too hard for her family to handle and their café isn't as popular as it was before. Until one day, the ruthless CEO of Tarkan Industries walks in and completely changes everything. Two personalities that constantly clash and a tragic past leave Tasneem more eager to unravel the mysteries behind the cold CEO. Perhaps, she might finally be the one to bring peace to his bitter soul with only the recipe of sweetness. (Book Two in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

The last thing Amna wanted in her life was to get married. Being British, the last thing she expected was to get married to a sheikh! Two very different worlds collide, the differences are great and the problems on their path only seem to increase by the day, will their arranged marriage survive? Or rather will they ever fall in love? Or will their pride get in their way and ruin any chances of staying married?

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

• Twice Wattpad Featured • #1 in Spiritual • The moon hid behind the clouds, the wind refused to blow and the mountains trembled at the sight in front of them. Fates were being erased, rewritten and joined. Destiny was being decided and souls were being interlocked. Fariya Ali Sikandar. A heartbreakingly beautiful woman with an even beautiful heart. Omer Ahmad Lashari. A breathtakingly handsome man with a stone in place of a heart. In a Muslim family in Pakistan, Fariya is a girl with heart as big as an ocean. She has dreams and aspirations. What happens when a man comes out of nowhere and crushes her dreams with his cold words and dark eyes? Will love ever bloom between the two or will they always remain as distant as the sun and the moon? A beautiful and alluring tale of a love which sets your life on fire and quench the flames simultaneously. Cover Credits: hershey-z

Ranked # 7 on 1 March 2018 "Do you Anaya Malik,daughter of Zubair malik accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" The imam asked and I didn't reply.I was in shock of this turning point of my life. The thought of Kaif Hashim as my husband shivered me. The imam again asked "Do you Anaya malik daughter of zubair malik,accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" I didn't reply again. My best friend Aasiya came forward and shake my shoulder. "Anaya! give answer." I came to my senses. "I..I do." I said. The imam asked for two more times the same question and I replied in " I do. I heard the words of congratulations. People thinks that it is marriage that happened today but they are wrong because from my point of view it was a deal.A business deal. ........................... salaam everyone. How would you feel when you become a deal?when your father makes a deal to save his business by marrying you with the most arrogant, cruel and tough Guy? Anaya all her life dreamed to be loved but what she gets is only a deal.

..........{#13 spiritual} 04/02/16 It all started with a pen and a paper!!! Almira had to sign a contract to save her father from the millionaira. she is to marry the millionaira's son and change him into an husband material within one year but everything became more complicated when her next door neighbor turns out to be her long lost love who hates her so much for marrying someone else. will she tell him it was all a Contract?will he stop hating her?will she get to change the millionaira's son within one year? please give this book a chance!!" What's hot #13 on 04/02/16 #33 on 10/01/16 (SLOWLY EDITING)!!

Destiny finds its way to bring people together,Meet Zahan a rich,smart workholic guy who never thought would Marry Zara a simple town girl on the basis of one single conversation with her,join on their sweet little journey of Marriage

"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:)