Some men fall in love. He fell into sujood. Aamira Mehazain came to Geneva to study and focus on her Deen, not to be seen, not to be followed, and certainly not to be chosen. But from the moment she steps through the marble gates of Al Noor Institute, someone is already watching. Not a student. Not just a TA. But Azaan Ulric Khayr, billionaire, founder, and a man of impossible restraint. He never speaks to her, only files a nikah proposal with her father, vowing: "I didn't come to win her heart. I came to ask if I'm allowed to try." While Aamira is just trying to survive midterms, Azaan has already decided she's his qadr. And when faith, fear, and feeling collide, how do you protect a heart written in nikah from the man who has been praying for you long before he ever knew your name?

" I know this marriage started as an arrangement but now I've fallen for you. Please give me a chance to love you and show you that I care." I told her pleadingly. "I'm sorry but I don't do love. I can't love you and this is a loveless marriage that can never have love in it because I don't have love to give you. I'm sorry but don't even try." She said and left me alone in the room. After her Fiance cancelled their wedding at last minute, she was left broken. Her Father decided to get her married to his friend's son whom she doesn't like but to prove to her ex she is a strong woman and to protect her family's image, she agreed. Will she fall for him? Or will their marriage be a disaster? Read to find out more about Madina and Abubakar and their marriage life.😊😘 Highest rankings. #1 on #believeinyourself out of 1.01k stories - 3/01/24 #1 on #fulani out of 261 stories - 29/02/24 #2 on #Abuja out of 273 stories -24/02/24 #99 on #islam out of 15.4k stories - 24/02/24 #1 on #northern out of 596 stories - 3/06/24 #3 on #betrayal out of 118k stories - 15/06/24

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*