"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

My stomach dropped the second we made eye contact. He had long and dark brown hair, which curled under the baseball cap he wore backward. The subtle curve of his nose was covered in light freckles with piercing green eyes and lush eyelashes to match. He was tall and thin, carrying a beauty I couldn't comprehend. I didn't even let my eyes trail down to what he was wearing. I lowered my gaze immediately, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I watched his feet shift awkwardly in those navy blue Vans. *** Jannah is a nineteen-year-old Muslim just trying to get by. Her life was a long routine consisting of school, work and keeping her mother happy. Every day was the same and she was content on being patient. That is, until she stumbled upon Dawud; an older and handsome employee at the local Islamic bookstore. A new chapter of her life unfolds, where the tests of faith, friendship and family push her to define what really matters. Will she succeed in her mission to be happy? Add this book to your library and read to find out!

He loved her so much. She loved him even more. But all of a sudden she couldn't remember all the love they both shared. Only time can tell if the Forgotten love would come back. ** He was dark chocolate in complexion his eyes where red and he smelt awful with a dirty brown toothpick which hanged lazily on the side of his lip. "Excuse me please. let go of me." I tried to escape from his hard grip but it was useless. If he takes this money from me what would I tell my step mother she would never believe that i got robbed even if I had bruises all over my body. "If it's the money you want just take it." I spoke with fear my voice trembling, Because that was much better than I getting attacked reducing my future bride price. Please no. "I want you to give me the car keys get in the car with me and maybe we could have some..... fun later." He winked disgustingly at me. I looked around for any sign of a human being but there wasn't anyone around the security men were far away so screaming is hopeless. "Please just let me go i will give you the money." "Did I tell you I wan-" "I think the lady asked you to let her go." I sharply turned to who ever came to save me. The first thing I notice was that he was tall, wearing all white With a stubble. He didn't wear a smile, but even with a frown in the dark he looked really handsome. **

"Please I'm sorry I'll wash them on time you're hurting me." I begged my step mom who was pulling my hair, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Mommy she doesn't deserve to be pitied." Anisa my step sister said. "Now go wash them and if you dare not wash my clothes on time again I'll make your life more worst than that of the person in hell." My step mom said and threw me on the cold tiled floor. I didn't realize when blood was gushing out of my head. ************* Laiba is living with her cruel Step mom while her loving Dad goes on buisness trips. She was insulted and has been called a bastard. Will she ever find happiness in her life??? Follow me as her life changed in just a blink of an eye. ************ This is a work of fiction. If anyone happens to be in this state then it's totally a coincidence. It's all from the author's imagination.

"what are you expecting from this marriage?" I asked. "Whatever a husband should expect from his wife" he replied in an emotionless way. "Which are?" I probed for a detailed answer "Love. Honest. Loyalty. Family. Sex" he recited like it was maths formula which he has been reciting for years. "Oh" my mouth fell open and I didn't know how to respond. His gaze curious, curious of what I will say, "You have my loyalty and honesty. There will be no one else in my life as long as I am your wife. But..." "But?" "But I am not going to sleep with you", I said. "You will" his voice pierced my thoughts. I looked up into his eyes which were staring at me with arrogance and confidence. "No. I won't" I said confused by his reply "Yes you will. You will sleep with me and that too willingly" he smirked "Why would I do that?" I asked "Are you trying to tell me that you plan to stay virgin for the rest of your life?" He stood in front of me, trapping me in between his ape like body and the kitchen counter. His closeness stirred my feelings. Suddenly I had doubts on my own words. Can I possibly try to keep my virtue intact with this man living under the same roof as me? ****** Taking marriage for granted was the biggest mistake Maithili has done in her life. Because she ended up marrying her ex boyfriend without her knowledge. She regrets that but is it really her biggest mistake or will it become her biggest blessing? Will her marriage work or will she get het heart broken again by the same guy?