"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.

𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜🖤 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖑😍 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙? ------- In the heart of Butterfly Valley, Turkey, Halima Nur's world shattered - not once, but again and again. First, she lost her husband. Then, her unborn child. And before she could even grieve, she was accused of an illicit relationship with her late husband's younger brother. Slandered. Shunned. Banished from her village. And then, forced into a marriage she never wanted. Now bound to Emir, a man she despises from the depths of her heart, Halima clings to the only hope she has left: divorce. They both agreed. This was just a formality. A way to end the disgrace. But feelings don't follow logic... and hearts rarely ask for permission. Somewhere between silence and survival, Emir's heart changed. He fell for the woman who had nothing left to give him... except her hate. Will Emir ever win Halima's heart? Can love grow in a marriage born from slander and sorrow? Or will this nikah be just another chapter in Halima's unending tragedy?

"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.

Shasmeen is lovely. Mubashir is handsome. Both have been recipients of a string of rejections. When the possibility of them marrying each other suddenly becomes attractive, questions of a union between fire and fire rise. Can love bloom between two who refuse to see eye to eye?

Now, standing in front of her, Mazhar felt like he'd been caught. He could see it in her face , she knew. She had uncovered the quiet desperation he had tried so hard to hide. "Did you come to return my keys?" he asked. Mithila didn't answer. She couldn't. The words tangled in her throat, caught behind the sob threatening to break free. And then, before she could think, she moved. Her feet carried her forward, her arms reaching out as if they had a will of their own. She threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, tight and desperate as though he might vanish if she let go. "Don't go, Mazhar," she choked, tears spilling freely, mingling with the rain. "Please... don't go. 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.)