𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙮. 𝘼 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 Naushad and Faiza Gilani. The richest Indian business couple in Budapest. Socialites with a seemingly perfect life, that is until something disrupts their personal heaven. An undisclosed secret which threatens to shake their very existence. How far will they go to protect it?

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

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.