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As we fall into the pit of darkness, trust me, hold me tight, Hold on to the wisp of hope, let me give you light. ------------------------------------- Fear. Fear defined Abeer Irfan's life. Every night, it engulfed her and she drowned into the endless horrors of her past. Every night, she lost a part of her to the evil. Every night, it got worse and worse to the point of no return. You see, she wasn't alive; she was just breathing. On one special night, she opened a door, a door hidden in the maze of her horrors. It was on that special night, that she met him. He wasn't a knight in shining armor. He wasn't a superhero. He was a light. He was the guy with impossible green eyes. *************************************** "You didn't see anything before. This is what you have seen. This!" My heart is beating frantically hard against my ribs like a bird trying to break out of its cage. Allah... "That is how easy you are to crumble. I'll set you straight, angel. I am done with people like you. I am done with being played with. It's about time you learn a lesson. I am about to make your life hell." The words I am sorry are lodged in my throat, but I don't want to beg him. I am done begging people for mercy. "That's more like it." "You cannot make me feel any worse than I already do," I state what I think all the time. "Challenge accepted." *************************************** {Extended synopsis inside} Highest Rank Spiritual #1 (12th-13th & 18th June 2016) COMPLETED Trigger warning- Contains violence/depressing thoughts/ suic dal ideation ******** Praise for Trust Me: Beautiful. So fluent. Ma Sha Allah ~ @sabagul28 Very interesting start ~ @hayatkhan07 This story is just so good. Flawless plot. You've got magical words~ @pearlOf-desert This is gold~ @booksandhalwa You are a very talented author and your work speaks volume ~ @143maryam

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

Farrah Ahmed wishes for a cliché life, one in which she would have a pleasant childhood, become a rebellious teenage girl and graduate college with a huge smile on her face. However, at 22, she's drowned in responsibilities that chip at her resilience everyday, trying to keep up with the bills for her mother's chemotherapy. Her persistent job hunt lands her employment at Z.B company, the first good thing that's happened to her in more ways than one. Zayyad Bilaal, her boss isn't what she expected. Call it her obsession with the cliché, she expected him to be some brutish, arrogant bigot that's out to get her life, but she's pleasantly surprised to see that the handsome Somali man is nothing of the sort.....to her, at least. Like every cliché personal assistant in every stupid romance novel she's read, her heart goes against her will to fall in love with her boss. Despite the loss of control of her own feelings, she revels in the fact that she's finally living a normal life without the evils of her past holding her down. Its not too long before the antagonist of her story, in the form of one blast from the past comes barrelling into her life, and soon she's loosing grasp of her sanity as secrets she'd never imagine begin to unravel. Just when life had started looking up for her, it swept her up in a flurry of heartache and vileness. Farrah is made to choose between Zayyad and conceding to her mother's wish, knowing well that her picking one would lead to the loss of the other. Secrets unravel, facades are torn away, and nothing is ever what it seems to be in the life of Farrah Ahmed. ~Ameenarrh.