Grief made manipulation look like love, and now she lives in a gilded cage - a prison of her own mistakes. He has the answers he seeked and the freedom he needed, but what comes next?

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

🏆 #1 IN SPIRITUAL 🏆 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆. ---- Halima Nur has lost everything: her husband, her child, and her reputation. Branded by a scandal she didn't create, she is forced into a marriage that is little more than a cage, a promise of silence to protect a family that already turned its back on her. Emir is the man she swore to hate. He is the brother of the man she lost. And now, he is the husband she is forbidden to love. In the quiet, suffocating corners of the valley, their forced marriage begins as a war of pride. But when the truth of the slander starts to unravel, Emir is the only one left standing in her defense. As the boundaries between hatred and longing blur, Halima faces an impossible choice: honor the memory of the past, or risk everything for the man who is fighting to save her future. Fate brought them together. But can they survive the cost of falling in love?

"It is your choice." He said it the way someone might announce a weather forecast. Flat. Final. Like he was already somewhere else in his mind - already past this conversation, past me. "Either accept my world as it is." A pause. "Or take khul (divorce)." I looked up at him. Emerald eyes - cold as deep water. The kind of cold that doesn't come from temperature, but from depth. My vision blurred at the edges. I blinked hard. Don't you dare. No tears. Ya Allah. Not now. Not in front of him. Not again. But the thing about salt water is, it doesn't wait for permission. One tear. Then another. ---------- Chained to the unyielding weight of high-society traditions - where brides are expected to shimmer in gold and stay silent - Sauda refuses to break. With the Qur'an as her anchor and her dignity as her only armor, she is determined to carve out a place in a world that was never built for her. Standing in her way is Zaid. A cold billionaire with emerald eyes and a heart of flint. A man used to command. A man who has never known the word no. In this battle of wills, Sauda is fighting for her soul. But Zaid has one rule. He does not lose.

💕𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂. 𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮💕 --------------------------------- Mazhar built a wall of quiet composure to hide the desperation eating away at his soul. For years, he convinced himself that sacrifice was his only option. Until Mithila stood before him in the pouring rain, holding his keys-and looking right through his disguise. "Did you come to return my keys?" his voice broke over the storm. She didn't answer. A lifetime of unspoken regret choked her throat. Crossing the distance between them, she threw her arms around him, clinging as if the world might tear them apart again. "Don't go, Mazhar," she sobbed into the cold downpour. "Please... don't leave me alone again."

{On hold until Courage is complete.} [PG-15] (Sequel to Imperfect and Courage) Marriage had destroyed her. His parents had broken him. But could they overcome their past and make it work? Trigger warning: Depression, anxiety, PTSD

[First Draft] A boy hides his cry for help behind jokes and defiance. A woman hides her pain and fear behind her independence. But one man will change everything... (Edited and revised version available on Patreon) https://www.patreon.com/user/shop/imperfect-third-draft-985697?u=97448732&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=productshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

He rose up from the ashes of a painful childhood to be the man his father never was. But when the one thing his heart truly wants appears before him, could he be brave enough to reach for it? (Cover image: @HopeGossamer)

[PG-15] She'd been battered, used, and abused. She was trapped, caged, and imprisoned. Until she met him. Trigger warning: Contains mention and description of domestic abuse Content warning: Contains sexual references and implicit description of a sexual relationship within marriage.

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumour about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearlessly. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves and to the others who share our struggle, he said. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one, two and three in The Ghuraba Trilogy.)