"You can't do this to her. She is my sister!" I shouted at him. How could he do this to my sister. He pulled me towards him and my hands landed on his chest. Our faces were so close to each other. He didn't changed at all. Not even a bit. The only thing that's change is what was in between us! "I AM GONNA MARRY HER AND DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO WITH HER. YOU! STAY OUT OF THIS. " he whispered but the threatening in his voice wasn't mistaken. "Please don't involve Aima into all this. She is so pure and naive. You... you want your revenge then take your revenge from me. WHY her?" I pleaded him but he was such a bastard to even have pity. He started laughing hard and then he kissed my cheeks and whispered in my ear, "Everything comes with a price sweetheart! and the price for your mistakes is YOUR SISTER! I would ruin her and that would be my real revenge. " ~~~~~~ Meet KASHAAN KHAN, Son of renowned businessman. The play boy of whole university. Handsome, rich and flirt is all he could be described as. and there is MUSKAN HASSAN. Preety, gorgeous, elegant , care free and fun loving. Heartbeat of every man in her university. They both made a cute and lovely couple of the university together. But what made them go apart .... what made Muskan leave Kashaan and marry someone else. and the main role is still left to introduce with. AIMA HASSAN. younger sister of Muskan and is the complete definition of a girl from fairy tales. Naive, purest, kind hearted, caring and loving everyone around her. Unaware of this cruel world. This girl lives her life happily until HE came.

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat... "Asalamualikum " he smiled...I looked everywhere but him...replying his salam... "Walikmasalam" "Haven't you still learnt to watch your steps...or you ..." He raised his eyebrows... "Excuse me...what do you mean..... I haven't seen you coming....can't you walk without looking..." I rambled... What did I just say?? Allah knows.. He does thou... " I was checking something... And I can't walk with closed eyes.....like you...you see I'm not that great..." He smirked..

He was horrible at remembering names. It was weeks before he stopped calling me 'Laura.' I don't even look like a Laura. And the way he never used the intercom system? How professional, my boss is screaming across the office for me. Again. He's arrogant. He's always seven minutes late. Couldn't keep an assistant around if his life depended on it. He didn't even deserve this company. Daddy served it to him on a silver platter. I could hear him tapping his stupid pen off of his stupid desk from all the way out here. I hate him. I hate him and his damn dimples too. I hate you Daniel Metzgar.

"Rule number one," He whispers, pulling back to look me right in the eye, "Never let your guard down." He flashes me a cunning smirk as I stare at him, stunned at what he had just done. Only, he makes a mistake of turning to see what everyone else ahead of the bleachers is doing. I smirk and take a step back forcefully. Just as he turns his head back to face me, I swing my arm at his face. "No. That's rule two," I snap, "Rule one is never turn your back to your opponent." Faye Williams is not the type of girl who would call for the attention. However, she calls things as she sees them. Faye's not afraid to use her fist, for that's all she's ever known. Some call her a good girl while others call her a rebel. What most people don't know is that she's witnessed things that not many people get to witness. With an unstable mother who blames her for a needed divorce, she's seen, heard, and knows plenty. It's not until she moves to Miami, Florida with her dad, that trouble arises. Let's just say that the odds are not in her favor, especially when it comes to that notorious 'bad kid' Travis. Yet, for some reason, she feels that fixing the bad boy will mend herself. When a powerful gang leader, a notorious bad boy, vengeful mother, and two faced acquaintances enter the equation, Faye knows there's nothing to save her now. *Copyright © 2013* All rights reserved.

He was famous for something no one should ever be famous for. He protects the people in his country, therefore they protect him. Guards, security, personal assistants, paparazzi at his heels 24/7. He had everything he could ever want---fame, fortune, and above all, women, all of them falling to his feet, all of them wishing they could be with him--if only just for one night. He never needed just one, never needed to "settle down." He didn't want to. Until her. She was a sweet, innocent, unsuspecting girl, destined to be tied to his name, his wealth, his fame, his fortune. Without realizing when or how, she quickly rises from her middle-class title to become the wife of the most well-known, most handsome, and most eligible bachelor in the country. And yet, she could not be more unhappy, even when the world loves her and all the women desire to be her. How could she, when the only man that should love her, doesn't?

He was now inches away from her. A wave of confidence surged in him, urging him to cross the metaphorical sea between them. The need had never been more urgent, his love... never so pure. Raising her face to his, David looked into her eyes and said, "I know you wouldn't believe me, but I need to tell you that-- I---- 'you are being followed!'" Some things... are better left unsaid. And hearing those words, Zahra awoke, as if from a stupor. So the gang had reached her too. But her mind buzzed from his proximity, and her thoughts whirled. Yet she was determined to be in denial. About everything. And deny she would. "I'm surprised at your 'concern', Mr. Walworth!" she replied acidly, "yet I never heard such nonsense in my life. And it would be better if you keep your distance from me, because I do not entertain what vile thoughts you're conceiving in your mind." Being just a 23-yr old hijab-clad, conservative girl, and working at the HQ of highly coveted bank of 'Walworth & Co.' breaks all sorts of stereotypes. Or does it? Because like every other man of the world, the Bank's short-fused CEO, David Walworth scrunches his nose every time he sees her. To him, her 'robe' is outrageously primitive. But as inexperienced as she is, Zehra has never been mocked for her beliefs before. At their very first meeting, sparks fly, since she is 'impolite' enough to retaliate to his jibes. The result: Zehra is an instant enemy and David is determined to hate her. And being his enemy means - 'trouble for eternity.' Although hating the girl is unavoidable, falling in love with her gentleness & naivety is unavoidable too. But jewels like her don't come easy. Will David be prepared to pay the price? Cover by @soundthealarm. #59 in Spiritual as @ 13/06/15 © Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved

Everyone thought she was a thorn in their path, but only one knew she was the only Rose in a lifetime time that blossomed with the purest of fragrance. But the only difference was, he hated her. ••• "Maybe I just hate your existence." He said coldly. "W-why?" "Because you have something that was not meant to be yours." "What is it?" what is it that you want and I don't have to offer." Arwa whispered, her voice hoarse. "You have my heart you stupid girl, the one thing I was afraid of loosing my entire life." He mumbled, stalking over to her like a beast to its beauty. Sohail grabbed her by her hand and pulled her into his chest, he stared at her beautiful, glossy eyes. She was like a drop of water in his dry desert. She was at his and only his. . He stroked her cheek with his tough thumb, cupped her cheek before moulding his lips to her own. ••• short-story. cover by: @cloudland

My mom tells me to never think about it but how can I not when it's right there infront of me. My dad tells me to forget about it but how can I when it's a part of me. My brother calls it cool and my sister says let it be. They only start understanding though is when their chosen husbands for me...never reply back. Until a quirky, clumsy and not to mention handsome Asher comes along....but in the end we all know, no man wants a woman with a left foot missing.... #thebigmuslimwriterscontest2016 Currently under editing***

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.

She is at the top of her class. He is at the bottom. She is a good girl, who can be bad sometimes. He is a bad boy, who can be good sometimes. She desperately wants something. He has what she wants. Maryam Abdul agrees to tutor the infamous, egotistical Jock, Jesse Owens. So, he can stay on the soccer team and get into the college of his dreams. As they spend more time together, they forget about what happened between they and become great friends. Because, they understand each others troubled families and dark past. But, the unexpected happens and changes everything for Maryam and Jesse. Maryam gets a surprise guest at her doorstep, making her fears turn into a reality. Jesse uncovers the turth about his family's mutil-billion dollar company and leaves for good. Just as Jesse's and Maryam's feelings develop for one another, sometime has to come between them and tear it apart! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © COPYRIGHT CAMEL_DIEM 2015