Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

Ordinary plain Amal knows better than to fall for the obnoxious Casanova Kamal, she refuses to be one of the paintings in his gallery but when calamity strikes, kamal was ready to prove he could be her prince in shining armor but even his love might not be enough to save her............. ©️2019

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ****** The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears. || A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||

He sat there with a flower in his hand after which she had been named, caressed it as if it were her and his weak smile collapsed into ruins of colour- the palest hues of saffron and he knew that his world would not stay forever the width of her smile.

(Book 1) Completed: February 13th 2016 Highest rank: #05 on the what's hot list 12/1/15 Tuesday Reached 100k: 3/2/16 Wednesday Reached 200k: 7/12/17 Wednesday Reached 300k: 6/19/20 Friday this book was written when i was 15-16 so please try not to be too hard when reading "How can we heal if we will forever be wounded?" He's the boy who went to follow his dream. She's the girl he left behind. They have history not worth mentioning, especially when it involves two broken hearts. But when he decides to come to town to visit his family, they meet again. But this time all the blushing and fangirling over Riversides hottest voice is gone, and an angry woman put in her place. His intentions on coming to town were for his family, but all that changed when he saw her. All their history replayed in his mind, and getting her back was his goal. But how do you win back a heartbroken girl? A girl who once loved a boy, is now one who despises the idea of rekindling their relationship. All that he hopes to change when he shows her the old him. The guy she fell in love with and married. The guy who left her. They may be married on paper, but ever since he left, they're far from a couple. With all that said and done, he will do anything to get her back. Anything... Cover credits: @Zammurad

[COMPLETED]. HIGHEST RANKING: #68 in short stories [16/06/16] "Wallahi you are so breath taking, so... I don't think a word is even created to describe your beauty." I took a big gulp, the moment he said those words to me, I can swear he must have heard it from how loud it was. "As the Prophet (saw) said in a hadith, 'When I met Yusuf (as), I saw that Allah (swt) has blessed him with half of the beauty of the whole world, while the other half has been spread over the rest of it' but in my eyes the rest was actually blessed upon you" I opened my mouth to say something but then nothing came out and I just stood there with my mouth open. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, ever since the moment I laid eyes on you when we were kids I knew you were the one for me and no other girl could ever take your place" hearing him say everything he was saying, was making my heart beat escalate. "you are my first love, my first wife, my first everything and inshallah you will be my one and only even after my last breath" [Disclaimer: not edited, needs major editing]

Doesn't her name in Japanese mean flower? Oleander is also a flower, a poisonous plant that harms like it heals. But it is a plant that once gave hope to people, and gave them the strength to move on, to live on. Oleander bloomed when no signs of possible life were seen, proving one can live in any environment if one is persistent enough. Her mother had told her the story of Oleander, the official plant of the Japanese city of Hiroshima; and now her mother wants her to bloom in the deserts of her homeland, away from her father and her old life. She wants her to bloom in unfamiliar surroundings, with people she barely knows that her mother calls family, and far away from everything she had ever known as home. With a broken-hearted mother, a faraway father and a confused identity, the Oleander has to struggle with more hardships and yet bloom.

[Book 1 of 'The Detective Dawud Chronicles'] "Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life." Something strange is happening in town. People are getting hurt; people are dying. It all started from a book. [Highest Ranking: #91 in Mystery/Thriller]

All the times Amira heard stories about him, in her head he was the perfect guy and all she wants is to meet him... So she meets him, but what she got to see was the exact opposite of what she thought. Adam went through alot growing up, after loosing his parents at a very young age, he didn't expect to find another person that he would hold dear to his heart.