. . . [Highest rank :- #8 in hotlist as of 19-01-2018] [ Featured in the wattpad block party 2017 - winter edition] [ First place winner of the Fiction Awards 2018 ] [ Sub Genres : spiritual, romance, action, mystery/thriller and humour ] . . . ❝ "the stars, the moon, the sun, they don't change. why is it that we do?" "do the stars, the moon, the sun, live in us?" "no, they don't." "however, there are some people who they choose to live in. because they're just too miraculous. and it's those people who don't change." "do you know of any such people?" "didn't know until now. but i found one. and i'm willing to be her dark sky." ❞ . . . Afra Aazeen wishes to get her name enrolled in the Scientific Technology Valley, Dhahran which happens to be one of the leading aeronautical universities of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Her dreams require more than just her abilities to stand up against the society's barren and narrow minds. It gets even more challenging when her parents are Christians and she is a revert, trying to hold onto her new faith while adjusting her lifestyle according to the new principles. Just like any hurdle that pops up without a prior warning, her life takes a twist for the worst. Leaving her hanging at a cliff with obstacles worser than death itself.

and her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies

what would you do if you have no other choice but to marry someone your beloved one chooses? against your wish? and you can't refuse to it! if you are tied to someone for the rest of your life against your will! ----------------------------- "i'm fine with you marrying me, but you have to promise me one thing" he said in a stern voice. "what?"i asked just above a whisper. "you will take care of my sister just like a mother" -------------------------------- jannat elamin had her life planned out, graduate from a reputed engineering college to follow in her father's foot steps, work and make her father proud and well that's all. marriage was something on her never-to do list. aabid hamadi is a broken man. he had everything except love in his life. he lost his family's love at the age of 20 and was left to parent his 2 year old sister along with the responsibility of his father's huge company. he had cut ties with most of his family left save for a few cousins and his favorite uncle mustafa elamin. seeing aabid's condition, mustafa, the proud father of two children, jannat and jihan, arranges his second daughter jannat's life with his. despite both wanting to refuse, they cannot. aabid for the sake of his baby sister and his dear uncle, jannat, for not wanting to disappoint her father. will this chemistry work? since both are on hating terms since childhood. the only thing holding them together is little ilham. (complete)

"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