{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

"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

It was midnight when the devastating call interrupted Zohra's sleep. Her sister, 27 year old Zeenat Zafar was involved in a fatal car accident and was fighting for her life. Time was of the essence. Reunited with her estranged sister albeit for a brief moment, Zeenat Zafar died leaving behind 3 children along with a trail of unanswered questions. Where was she going late at night with her bags packed? Havoc ensued when Zayn-ul-Abidin, Zeenat's husband, took his children leaving Zohra and her family in despair. There was only one thing left for Zoha to do to bring her family together; to step into her sister's shadow and be a mother to her children and marry her sister's husband; whatever the cost. A story about betrayal, passion, family duties and jealousy. Indulge in the world of Zohra Zafar who existed in her sister's shadow in her life and death.

(UFW sequel#2) (Unwanted series#3) Ask me. What was my fault in all this? Just this I love him without my knowledge. I fell for him when I knew he could torn me apart. Slowly I felt lightheaded and my head hit the floor where my blood was pooled. My eyes were now completely closed and I heard the loud banging on the door like he was trying to break the door. I heard the loud thud and his voice but it was too late because when I heard his screaming voice which was calling my name I gave up on my body. His voice was the last thing which I heard before completely drowning in the darkness. - - - For her, he is beast. Arash, an arrogant, rude, cold, and beast man. He hated the idea of marriage because he hated all the girls except his mother. He never wanted to get married. For him, she is nothing. Mirha, a shy, innocent, cute, and pampered girl of her family. She wanted to fall in love like her parents and brother. She loved the idea of getting married. Two people who are polar of each other. What will they do when they tied in a knot of wedding? A little warning, there are many twists after twists. Started: 26/8/2018. Completed: 3/3/2019.

#1 in What's hot list and still counting going on. Allahamdulilah. Thank you my beautiful readers. "You're a bad omen.. If anyone see your face first in the morning then nothing good will happen like it happened with me. " His eyes blazing in anger as he spoke these words. "It wasn't my fault... It was Allah's will.. Please don't say these words I am your wife. " She was crying as she replied. He roughly caught her hair and pinned her to the wall eyes blazing in anger. "Never ever do you say that you're my wife.. Understand??" He spoke as he more gripped her shoulders forcefully as he threw her on the floor. "You filthy rag..you don't deserve me" with that he walked away. He hated her She loved him with all her heart. He treated her like a maid She did all her duties as a housewife. When he needed her she was there before he could call her. When he realised his mistake it was already too late. Cover credit goes to @_PrincessRapunzel_

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

| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi" => Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016

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!

*Book 2 of YOURS series* *Sequel of I am All Yours* Maan and Jiya get separated because of misunderstandings. Both trying to start their life new but What will happen when the path of these two cross again after three years and Maan get to know about the secret which Jiya hidden from him. The love hidden in their heart will rekindle or they will remain strangers forever..

**Only Sample Chapters Available** This book has been published in ebook and paperback format. https://books2read.com/u/mB2Pnv ‐----‐---------‐--------------------------------------- Maheen I couldn't get closer to him. I hated him, and he hated me. That was the only relation we had with each other. We couldn't be anything more than each other's enemies. Armaan People say hate is one of the most potent emotions, but I disagree. Anger is far worse. Anger makes you do crazy things. I also did a crazy thing, and that thing ended up making me crazier. My act of insanity was Maheen. Maheen Khan wants nothing more than to keep her family safe. One day her beloved older brother arrives home with blood and bruises all over his body and falls into a coma. Her entire life turns upside down in one day, but her nightmare doesn't stop there. It comes alive in a shape of a man. A man named Armaan Sami.