Sometimes all the parched valley of heart needs is a drop of Petrichor. Noor Fatimah hasn't had it easy but still she faces every obstacle in her life with a smile on her face and a firm faith in her heart. When circumstances shake the very base of her being , she comes across the worst nightmare of her life. But in all this her feet stumble upon a confusion she can't seem to understand. A confusion named Rayyan Ahmed Khan. He's cynical. He's a bad news. And he questions everything she's always believed in. Two very different people from two very different worlds cross paths. One is determined to get out of the dark shadows looming over her while the other cherish the darkness he's living from within. Can she be the drop of petrichor he needs? Or will he be the storm she's hell bent on avoiding. And will love have a role to play here? Highest Rank: 2 in Spiritual Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019

Masir مصير - fate, destination Two years ago, everything changed for her. She lives in a joint family where she does not belong. She was just 15 when they got married. He was 23. He hated the marriage. She was powerless to refuse. A secret marriage, only known to a few. A marriage of someone's death wish. He went overseas to evade the betrothal. She was relieved until... Now, after two years, he is coming back.

How hard could it be when you have everything? Not that much, right? But not for Ismail Abdul Haqq. Not after his father's demise three years ago. Sometimes, even after you have everything, you just don't have anything but a deep ocean of loneliness. • How easy could it be when you have nothing? Not at all, especially when you live with your stepmother and stepsister who despises you to their core. Sometimes, bad things happen but only as a blessing in disguise. And to Fathima, it was an accident. • He craved to hear it again. That recitation of the Quran. That voice that made his insides melt. But how can he find her when he doesn't even know who the person is? All she wished was someone, someone even remotely like that man she just glanced for one millisecond. But wasn't that too much to ask for someone like her? * Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said: وَلَسَوْفَ يُعْطِيْكَ رَبُّكَ فَتَرْضٰى  "And your Lord is going to give you, and you will be satisfied."[Quran; 93:5]

A story of how a possessive alpha man meets an innocent girl. Noor, an ordinary girl on an ordinary journey? Think again. From the tender age of three months, fate cruelly placed her in the unwilling hands of her uncle, as her parents were abruptly taken away from her. What unfolds is a heart-wrenching tale of resilience and survival against all odds. As Noor blossoms into an extraordinary beauty, her own flesh and blood sees an opportunity to exploit her, attempting to sell her off to the highest bidder. Trapped in a world of darkness, she becomes a victim of unspeakable abuse-both mentally and physically. Her existence becomes a relentless cycle of torment, reduced to a life worse than that of a mere servant. Yet, amidst the abyss of despair, a flicker of hope ignites within Noor's heart. She clings to the unwavering belief in a higher power, longing for a day when she will break free from the clutches of her harrowing fate. And then, an unexpected encounter changes everything. Enter Zaviyaar, a stark contrast to everything Noor had dared to hope for after a lifetime of helplessness. He is an obnoxious, affluent brat, seemingly untouched by the world's cruelty. And she, an innocent soul scarred by its relentless brutality. Is this the juncture where Noor's true story commences, painted with hues of resilience, redemption, and the pursuit of a brighter future?

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.