In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

"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

His face held a beautiful smile as he slipped the intricate ring into his fiancée's sleek finger. His gaze raised up and he looked with so much love.The whole room erupted into appraises and applauds as they cheered for the couple. He looked down scratching his neck and a slight red tinge on his cheeks. His gaze raised again and roamed over all the people present,until he found the one he was searching for. Smiling at him, she gave him a thumbs-up and his smile widened much more . He turned away as they posed for photographs. Happy smiles, love in the eyes. It was all she ever imagined to live with him. A nudge on her shoulder made her look away from him and she faced the person. A small sad smile on their lips and she looked down with tears threatening to pool up her eyes. "Faasle aise bhi honge kabhi socha na tha. Saamne tha wo mere, par wo mera na tha"

Growing up in the northern areas of Zamand, Ruqqaya is ever so tired, of the trails she treads through steep mountains, the peering eyes of fellow villagers and the never ending chores a woman is known for in her village. But that all changes when Amir of the outside lands, broad shouldered, bright grin and whisks of perfectly shaped brown hair, visits Ruqqaya's village. All in the pursuit of recruiting students and building them a world of education Ruqqaya's world is turned upside down, as she and her best friend engage in Amir and his teammates work, she begins to see a different view of her life. From spontaneous late night sneak outs to sharing secret smiles with the hazel eyed outsider, Ruqqaya has never felt more more alive -------/////--------/////--------/////---------/////-------

As a Muslim girl, marriage is one of Safia's biggest dreams. All her life she kept herself pure for her faith and her future husband. Although having never had experienced love, and occasionally doubting whether she will, Safia feels herself growing impatient being single. She then sends her family to search for 'the one.' Trusting her family, she decides to say yes to the first person her family finds for her. She believes she will get married and face all her problems with her husband by her side. Is it really as simple as that? Yusuf feels a void in his heart. He tries to deny it, but he knows his mother's not proud of him. He knows she wishes he could be a little more modern like his brother. He wanted his family to find him a wife while he could focus on his deen (faith), but his idea of a wife clashes with his mother's. Seeing that his family were struggling to find him someone he likes, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But is he rushing into decisions without thinking?