Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.

This is the Book 2 of Unpredictable. The story of Salmah and Muhammad. In this book we will the witness the great journey of Muhammad and Salma and how they conquered all obstacles that got on their way. We will also meet Yusuf Umar. The charming man who helped Salma in times of need and we will learn what he went through and his story. The main theme is that we will witness the love that was unrequited. Muhammad's undying love for Salma.

The sky was painted dark.Very Dark with no bright stars.A gush of wind swirled past us making me inhale softly.The large man besides me leaned against the iron railing.His eyes fixed ahead of us as if seeing something that I couldn't. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I brushed it off rather harshly.Finding my voice I spoke softly remembering a distinct and beautiful memory, "After you left I once asked Mama when you would come back.She stayed silent for a minute and then she answered that when you'll miss me you'll be back" Another tear rolled down my cheek and this time I didn't brush it.My light brown eyes stared at his handsome face, seeing him look down at this hands.His face constricting into something I could not decipher. "And I was a fool to believe her that day because now I know I was the only one waiting. " My words were bitter but I whispered softly. Turning around I left leaving the man to his own thoughts. I loved and now I've lost myself in the lands of love. ... From a very young age Shahwar Nawaz Khan has heard only one name.Her groom's name.Salah Khan's name.And since then she has loved him unconditionally.But not all golden dreams come true. Little did Shahwar know that when her world will collide with the one she has loved, her life will turn upside down.Fighting a battle with fire in which she herself had to burn. A story that will take you to a roller coaster ride of emotions and to the land of love.So get ready with a box of tissue papers. Spiritual# 8 -29th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 4 -27th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 5- 4th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 6- 5th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 5- 29th Nov 2020 Spiritual# 2- 30th Nov 2020

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi

Don't I deserve happiness, happiness of seeing my wife welcoming me with a smile when I reach home exhausted from office work happiness of seeing her blush and smile, when I praise her cooking skills happiness of seeing her laugh when i say something funny happiness of having a wife with whom I can share everything happiness of drifting to sleep peacefully with a smile on my face and with you in my arms happiness of seeing her beautiful face when I wake up from sleep every morning happiness of fulfilling her wishes even before she expresses them happiness which makes me possessive that I have a person who belongs to only me with heart, soul and body happiness when she conveys the best news that am gonna be a father soon happiness of seeing her tummy grow bigger and bigger as the months progress, happiness of holding my baby and you in my arms. Don't I deserve those, not all but at least few. Am I not worthy for any of those happiness?? ********************** Disclaimer: Story content removed except for few sample chapters on 25th Aug'19. Didn't delete the chapters as I couldn't let go of the comments by my lovely readers. Will post the story soon on 'Dreame' site after editing.

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

10 in India as of 07/07/18 "I can't marry him!" I sob I can see disapointment in my parents eyes. "How can Aunty and Uncle face everybody now? The only solution is for you to marry Siddharth" Mum explains. Siddharth. Why Siddharth? He has been my greatest enemy ever since we set eyes of each other around 20 years ago. Marrying him would be a nightmare. The voices of my parents and Siddharth's parents span around my head like a tornado. "Please dear, marry my son" Aunt Aadhya whispers Before I know it, I am at the altar, with Siddharth beside me. His eyes are sternly focused on the ground, with anger boiling in his skin. How was I going to survive this marriage with this monster?