"Bu...But we are married" I tried to defend myself "But I don't consider you my wife, get the hell out of my room" He yelled I couldn't help but just stare him "You Bloody whore , get out" He slammed the door in front of me as hard as he could. "I hate you" I muttered under my breathe Zara Haider , a 28 year old cardiologist marries an egositic rich brat Shuja Asif, She is a average girl who is practicing Muslimah, she doesn't believes in love. She is a introvert and never fights for her right but when she is forced to marry Shuja Haider her whole perfect life turns into imperfect one. Shuja Asif , a 28 year old Owner of 5 star hotels around world had been forced into marriage with Zara haider who is not of his type. He is egoistic and is already in love with a model "Samaira". A muslim love story, where both of them carry hatred towards each other. One of them believes in love and one of them hates the idea of being in love. Will their world ever colide? Will Zara and Shuja ever get along? To know more , Check the book. #unedited #63 in Spiritual --31st july 2017 #53 in Spiritual --1st August 2017 #45 in Spiritual --2nd Aug 2017 #30 In Spiritual --3rd Aug 2017 #28 in Spiritual --7 Aug 2017 #23 in Spiritual --8/9 Aug 2017 #22 in Spirirual -- 10 Aug 2017 #20 in Spiritual 11 Aug 2017 #18 in Spiritual -- 13 Aug 2017 #13 in Spiritual -- 16 Aug 2017 Cover by Miss Beautiful @Twinkle_Teardrops

Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.

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.

Michael Sheikh is a name of fear, a sinner, cold blooded assassin with no heart. He didn't believe in love, considering it to be nothing more than a weakness. His life revolves around two things death and lust. But everything changed, when she stumbled in his life, he wasn't supposed to see her, yet fate played its strings. He was drawn to the beauty with mesmerising honey coloured eyes and breathtaking smile. She was the only soul so innocent and pure that became his temptation and obsession. He knew she was forbidden for a man like him, yet the desire runs deep when the denial is stronger. (18+⚠️) ******** It can be read as a stand alone story🖤

❝why does your eyes not shine like how they do before?❞ ❝because back then, he was still mine❞ Being crowned as queen is indeed hard. But seeing the people happy is enough for you. And being with the man you love is what you only need for your life to be completed. But when that time came where he fell out of love for you, you didn't know what happiness was anymore. And that was when you knew there was two queens. The real queen, and the queen of the king's heart. vintagekimth Copyright © 2019

{A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY} Saleena is a world famous singer, hating the glitter and the gold but remaining number one in the charts in sheer desperation. She will do anything to protect her dark secrets from the public eye, crying every night at the monsters she sees in her sleep. Becky is torn between her mother's commands and her own curiosity. Her naked body is flaunted in every corner but she dreams of a purity she'll never attain. Hidden in the darkness one night, she finally gives into her own beliefs for a change. Layla is a teenage warrior; battling the evil lurking in her blood. Downing pain relief, she goes about her day-to-day life with as little complaints as possible, counting every second as victory. She's terrified for her end but has all the faith in the world for what she can't see. Asiya is a single mother, slaving through three part time jobs after being thrown out by her abusive husband for her sexuality. Bills pile up and rent is due but nothing can drown out the satisfaction of hearing her little girl laugh for the very first time. These four girls have absolutely nothing in common. But a chance meeting, some red velvet cupcakes and a prayer binds them together forever.

Copyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked my eyes narrowed at him as anger flooded within me. "One simple thing, only you can give me. I want you Madina, I want you to be mine" he whispered in my ear which caused shivers to run down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, repeating his words in my mind. I opened my eyes staring into his stormy ones. I put on the sweetest smile ever and said; "You wish asshole" With that I turned around to walk away. He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against his rock hard chest. Damn is he secretly a tree? I asked myself, but snapped quickly back to reality. "Don't leave me" Bryson said in a broken voice, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows at him. "Why do you care if I do?!" I yelled which made me flinch at my own voice. "Because everyone leaves. I won't allow you to leave me. Not now, not ever Beads" -------- Who's the Hijabi's Best Mistake? Keep reading to find out! Islamic love story, BUT I want all to read doesn't matter your religion. All are welcome my loves ❤ !!UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY, OR EARLIER. USUALLY ONCE, OR TWICE A WEEK I UPDATE!! #5 In Spiritual May 1st, 2018! #1 In Hijab October 31st 2018! #1 In Hijabi January 11th, 2019! Current cover made by: @AllahIsMyBff

"No Khaled, I can't. You deserve someone wealthier. Someone who can fit in your family easily and lives by your culture. Someone who is smart and beautiful. You deserve someone who can stand by your side and does not get destroyed by her problems." My voice cracked and my eyes focused on his crooked nose. "Tell me that while you're looking in my eyes and I will not bother you anymore." He said softly. I gathered my strength and locked my eyes with his. "I can't be with you." It was like the light vanished from his eyes as he said "Very well. As you wish Dr.Sabrinna ,You may leave." His voice was so stern and cold that it stabbed my heart. He became heartless again like the boss he was. And it was my fault. _______________

Amara Mahmoud is a 20-year-old, Muslim girl who is in her fourth year of undergraduate studies. She has a loving family and the most amazing best friends someone could ask for. She's quiet, but can stand her ground. She's trying to navigate her way through this western world, while trying to keep her love for her religion as alive as ever. Peter Bilal is in the same year as Amara but he is the complete opposite of her in almost every way. He's loud, outspoken, and an extrovert. He's the biggest flirt, aiming his charming ways at any female who's remotely close enough to hear him. Not only that, he's a non-believer, unlike Amara, who's love for her Creator is full in her heart. Amara isn't a perfect Muslim, she makes mistakes but always learns from them. Peter always makes mistakes but never seems to care much about it. Will they be able to cross paths without destruction? Or is that too much of a delusional thought for people who are polar opposites? P.S. I suck at descriptions, I suggest actually giving the story a shot for a better judgement 😂 Warning: this story is only FICTION and the characters are NOT perfect Muslims. They are NOT to be taken as role models of any sorts & do NOT take them as representing Islam. So y'all haram police need to relax & don't read if you're triggered lol.