~Sequel to Not Your Expected Hijabi~ Liam's gone. Ruki's moving on. And this author has a ton of comments, pleading for the story to carry on... So welcome to Not Your Expected Hijabi's sequel: Not Your Expected Bad Boy Where all the college drama is long gone and our characters have matured. It's been five years since the old college days and Rukshana and Liam still haven't met. Will they meet in the real world? A world that may seem all innocent and simple but in reality there's so much going on. And if they do, is there still any love? Will they even remember each other? There's so much going on and so little time... And this author is losing her mind! Okay, I'll stop with the rhyming! I can't help it! But seriously? What are you waiting for? Click the read button and start reading! Add it to your library and reading list! However, I do recommend you to read book one (Not Your Expected Hijabi) before proceeding with this. Happy reading!❤️ ~COMPLETED~ A/N: THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING. It will be back on the shelves soon. Please follow me for updates and keep the book in your library. Instagram: rumaanah.r / r3hijabi Highest rank: #9 in spiritual #1 in Hijabi #21 in Muslimah #1 in convert #2 in islamiclovestory

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

❝for I am nothing but a statue watching you come and go.❞ she refuses to let go of him, he refuses to know of her existence