Zahrah Ezz, a furious Muslim woman with a tormenting past, has a secret. Her secret? She is secretly married to her professor. Of course, She can't tell anyone she is married to him. Benjamin Florentino has several rules, and the most crucial one is never to get involved with a student, but he does and not any student but a Muslim?! Marrying a Muslim hijabi is unlike him, so why do it? Read to find out... ****** 23-years-old medical student, Zahara Ezz is a survivor. When she was in the fifth grade, something happened that shook her whole existence. Zahara's life is simple, see a problem, fight it, and never lose. Zahara has been living her parent's wishful life for her, being forced to toughen up and harden herself not to break people who surrounded her. When fate forces her to cross paths with arrogant, tough, alluring Benjamin Florentino, her misery filled past comes to haunt her in med school. She finds herself trying harder than usual to keep up her tough façade. She's stuck grasping onto life. The Professor is there to protect even if she doesn't want him there, and he isn't too thrilled to be there either.

"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart. "Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated. She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely. He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly. "Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling. "Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back. *** The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work. His life was pretty normal until she entered his life. He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply. Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together. But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else?? Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.

Seven girls tied by time. Five powers that bind. One curse to lock the horror away. One attic to keep the monsters at bay. ** After the storm of the century rips apart New Orleans, sixteen-year-old Adele Le Moyne wants nothing more than her now silent city to return to normal. But with home resembling a war zone, a parish-wide curfew, and mysterious new faces lurking in the abandoned French Quarter, normal needs a new definition. As the city murder rate soars, Adele finds herself tangled in a web of magic that weaves back to her own ancestors. Caught in a hurricane of myths and monsters, who can she trust when everyone has a secret and keeping them can mean life or death? Unless . . . you're immortal.

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.

Spirituality is a state with a contested definition. Some relate it to worldly matters. Perhaps if we had everything we would have more time for the Lord of the Worlds. Or perhaps if we had nothing, we would be more devout to our Lord, without the distractions of the Dunya. Perhaps it's a matter of knowledge. After all, in the age of information, ignorance is a mere choice. Yunus, doesn't have much apart from his house and car. His secular knowledge is limited to a simple field that keeps him and his ever sickening, yet eternally happy grandparents sustained. His knowledge in religion however grows as his passion. Maria, has everything she ever desired. Finishing university and set to become a biochemist, she's aware about the complexities in the world but alas has yet to reflect. At home she has a simple family, however one that has succumbed obliviously to the extravagant nature of humanity. Spirituality doesn't require your time. It requires your devotion.

" But...I'm supposed to know where you were at 4 in the morning?" kinza asked, annoyed. "And...why would you want to know that?...the last time I heard from your mouth is that you didn't want to marry me ! So why do you even care huh?? You are forced in this marriage." argued Aahil in anger. "Yes! you are right..I didn't want to marry you, I was forced" said Kinza in whispers but enough for him to hear. *Please read 'The heart comes last....untold love' (prequel) first*

I keep myself busy with things I do....But everytime I laugh a little more,I miss you and when I am sad, I miss you more because you aren't there anymore in my sadness. I'll miss you forever Ali.... You're in my heart and in my prayers How i wish you would have been here to see what I've written for you baccha.... I hope you're proud of me someday .. Your baili loves you to the square of infinity.. Happy Birthday Baby Brother 😭❤️

To be honest........ I was bored ok! So simple I'll just put random akward moments I have or mostly shy people like me have. So if you're shy like me or are around shy people like me, I think you can totally relate to these.... I know, I know there are 100s of such books on wattpad that you'd rather read than this one But still a short break between your awesome books and busy life to have a smile or a laugh would'nt hurt right? ENJOY.....😀😉😅

Book available as ebook and Paperback on Amazon. Link available in bio •🏆🥇🏅 WINNER of the choice awards 2019 (spiritual genre) •🥈Second place in the Rainbow Awards 2020 (Spiritual genre) •Runner up of the people's choice awards 2020 (spiritual genre) •Won the Special jury award in the Scribblers Awards 2020 •Out of the top 10 my book has achieved 7th place in the wildrose multi awards 2020(spiritual genre) *************** What happens when fate plays a major role in your life? Was is it their destiny or was it their fault for choosing the wrong path? The story revolves around three individuals who experiences the cruelty of this world, who never thought that they would live a life that's unimaginable. What happens when it's a mistake that cannot be forgotten or forgiven. The sun bids goodbye for the day, the moon walks in brightly, like always they curl up in the bed, wiping their silent tears which constantly kept rolling down their cheeks. As the sun rises, they put up their fake smiles and face the cruel world where everyone believed that the pain behind their smile was kept hidden until destiny took power into their life. Whenever they yearned for love, it was replaced by tears and tears only. Fate plays with their life where they are unable to hide nor run away but to deal with the consequences, no one can hear their pain likewise no one can feel their silent tears which holds their emotions that words couldn't express. Three broken souls hoping for a miracle that would swipe them from the pain they are suffering, hoping that they would be relieved from the nasty world.

Highest rank #1 in Romance on 03/04/2018 I'm writing a sequel for From Hell to Heaven. It's called LOVE LIKE HEAVEN! Prologue "You're are right Divya. I'm a playboy," Daksh said and stood up in front of me. "Now I will show you what Playboy can do," Daksh said and pulled my waist and grabbed my face with his other hand to move our body closer to him. My breast crushed to his hard chest. I tried to pull my body away from his grip. But he held me strongly against him. I'm afraid because I had never seen him this much angry. "Lea....ve me Dak - he didn't let me to finish my sentence, because he forcefully pressed his hard lips on my lips. He was angry and rough. He is punishing me with his harsh kiss. I tried to push him back, but he stood on his ground. Then, he pushed me back down on the bed, pinning my hands above my head with his one hand and squeezed my breast painfully. I whimper because of his painfully torture. I felt his hand on my back trying to unstrap my bra. Tears flowing under my eyes. I never thought he would misbehave with me. I loved him, but that doesn't mean any woman can allow this forced. I try to push him away, but he didn't budge. So I bit his tongue hard. He immediately loosens his gripped on my wrist. Smack Yes, I slapped him hard across his face. Guilt washed over his face. I know I made a mistake by accusing him. But he doesn't have any rights to touch me or misbehaved with me. "I hate you Jerk" I said venomously. I stood up and ran away covering my mouth and tears flowing under my eyes as I ran far from him. Let's see their journey of how Daksh and Divya fall for each other. They are opposite to each other, but attracted by each other like magnets. **************************************** Cover credit @nagapriya