"Look Ayan...," I started, ready to announce my decision, "I know your brother is a total weirdo and can't do romance and stuff but I can't ignore his good qualities. I mean it's not like I am head over heels for him but yeah, he seems like a good guy. Now, if he proves to be a jerk in future, then I'm sure I won't think twice before breaking his bones. Therefore, you can tell him I'm ready for the marriage." "Well thank you, my lady. I promise you won't regret your decision," I heard him and immediately recognised the owner of the voice. It wasn't Ayan. Shit!! Did I just make a fool of myself in front of HIM. Oh my Allah! "And about that romance thing..." He spoke again as he turned to me and I swear I could hear my heartbeats, "I'll prove you wrong after marriage." . . . Ashiya Zarin, a 24 year old practicing muslimah who is crazy, sweet and innocent. She's cheerful and loves to make others happy. What happens when she meets Ahan Rahman, a smart, straightforward and serious guy? Start reading to know about their journey full of comedy, surprises and of course romance.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

She had stayed unmarried a little longer than her family's liking but she was never going to settle. She was ready to wait, until she met the one she felt was the right one for her. In a traditional family that only married off their children to what they were used to, she dared to be different. She dared to break her family's tradition by hanging on to one similar thing between him and her, ISLAM. He was nothing like her, except that he was just as practicing as she was. She had never been a football fan, but when the footballer comes into her life, she is exposed to a very different life, nothing like what she had imagined her life to be like. Read the journey of Aqsa and Youssef to find out how it goes down!!! TRIGGER WARNING: Story may contain racism and Domestic Violence #2 on #athlete on 9th June 2020 #3 on #Islamiclovestory on 12th June 2020 #1 on #premierleague on 18th July 2020 #2 on #halal on 14th September 2020 #2 on #islam on 25th September 2020

▶HIGHEST RANKS TILL NOW: #6, #9 and #10◀ "She took my hand and placed it on her abdomen , she then shook her head gesturing that she had lost it , her very first child. Tears were streaming down her face and my eyes were also blurry by now. She didn't know how badly I wanted to comfort her , to hug and kiss her. At this moment , I realized that I couldn't see her in pain because I loved her a lot. I couldn't help and in one swift motion I engulfed her in my arms in a bone crashing hug." The Humayun Hussain, a workaholic and the CEO of The Hussain Industries who also loves to spend quality time with his family. He is a self-made man who is bestowed with all the luxuries that are desired. Highly respectable background, money, wealth, fame, respect, good looks and a stylish girlfriend. But somethings in life cannot​ be bought by money. True love and inner peace. What happens when a girl enters The Hussain Industries? Then his room, his life, his house and his heart... Will she succeed in changing him in a better way and draw him closer to the Lord ALLAH? Find out in An Undreamed Marriage... Cover credits: JapaneseSunshine

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

#35 in spiritual on 18 March 2018 unawareness . . silence . . Feel . . Love . . Tears . . Pain . . the moment . . Hearts . . connected. That's all I could say about the story. .

"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart. "Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated. She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely. He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly. "Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling. "Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back. *** The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work. His life was pretty normal until she entered his life. He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply. Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together. But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else?? Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.

"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

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.