Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

The Alif Series #3 IQRAAR- اِقْرار Noun, Masculine confession, promise, pledge acceptance, consent, agreement The story of Saifaan and Sohai. The not knowing, the indecisiveness, the love and the final acceptance. IQRAAR! اِقْرار

A journey that tests the heart, guidance that shapes the soul, and a love that remains unspoken. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Being childhood best friends & crime partners, Shezlyn and Zyaan once shared a bond that nothing could break. But as they grew apart, life pulled them in opposite directions. Shezlyn found her strength in faith. For her, Islam is not just a part of life-it is life. She could have been anything, chosen any path, but above all, she chose to be a Muslim. Zyaan-on the other hand, believes youth is meant to be lived without rules. To him, religion is something people only remember when they get old, when they lose any desire to live. Free will, freedom, and self-made choices-that's what he calls life. When their childhood engagement is suddenly disclosed, their worlds collide. They were destined for each other since the beginning - but can love survive when belief and desire stand on opposite ends? And then why is the book named "was i always the side character?" Maybe there is more to unfold? An unheard truth and a haunting past. So wait for what?, Let's just dive into the world of "was i always the side character?"

In wattys2018. Spiritual+Romance. Ranking 2 in spiritual (4 March 2018) He's bold. She's shy. He's full of confidence. She's outspoken. He's a workaholic. She's a dreamy girl. He's romantic0 She's nervous He didn't think about love She waits for love. Meet Aarham and Mehak in their journey of Arrange marriage. Witness how love will attach Aarham when he will be tie to that stupid girl which will make him fall for him.

Shams Ali Bakht, the youngest son of a powerful tribal leader, is forced into marriage with Wafa, the daughter of his family's greatest enemy. Bound by tradition and trapped by old rivalries, Shams must choose between honoring his family's wishes and following his own heart - in a world where love and revenge walk hand in hand.

Highest ranking: #1 [Blurb] "I... I will kill you," She raised the gun at me. "Sanjana-" "I am Trishana," she whispered, "you know me." I took a step forward. "Did you want to kill me?" I asked. "Is that why you approached me? Is that why you acted as if you were in love with me? Is that why you got close to me?" I was near her now. "Did you plan to kill me all along?" "Don't... don't come near... I will... shoot," Her voice shook slightly. "Look me in the eyes and answer me first!" I didn't move back and took the last step. The gun pressed on my chest, Just above the heart and I looked at her steadily. "Shoot me then," I said. "If you want to kill me... If you never had any feelings for me and If you don't even want to give me a chance to explain anything, Shoot me." I said. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were still filling and flowing down. "SHOOT ME, SANJANA!" I shouted and she looked startled and took a step back. "Why?" I was not ready to back down. "Sanjana, Why hesitating? Don't you want to kill me?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trishana, A young reporter is dead set on Exposing the evils of one of the biggest corporations in the nation; the Surya group. After a lot of setbacks, she, Along with her perfectly selected partners (A gang of youngsters who were targeted and victimised by the Surya group), Devise a plan to get revenge on them and to Seduce the youngest heir of Surya group-Arjun Surya Narayan. Arjun, Who is the brain of Surya group with his own strange sense of ethics is met with a surprise when he meets the reporter who hates him to death but Acts lovingly. He knew it was a trap, He knew who she was and why she was around him and decided to play along... But what will happen to the love game when so many lives are on the line? And worse; When he starts to fall for the girl he is supposed to "silence" for the stability of his firm? [Contains mature scenes, violence and lots of swearing, You have been warned]

••|4th in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone Seeing an annoying smirk over his gorgeous face, her whole body simmers with unscathed fire. "Hear me out carefully now," she murmurs, wanting to grasp his attention from his irritable phone to her. He raises a brow in confusion. "Since we are at it and we can't help but accept this arrangement, let's make some rules which you should put in your dumbass head as soon as possible. We can't go against---" He rolls his eyes. "Cut the slack and come to the point. I don't have a whole day for you." She folds her arms around her chest and scowls at him. "Rule no 1: You aren't going to call me by any lecherous nickname." He shrugs his shoulders. "I ain't dying to do that either. Get out of your high hopes." She glowers at his annoyance but again comes to the point. "Rule no 2: We aren't supposed to wear any kind of adornment which could portray as we are linked to one another." "Zero wish," he spats. "Rule no 3: If any of them would expect us to fulfill any demand, we should know our answer in response. We won't do anything which the other party doesn't want. It's all a drama. Do you understand?" She asks, wanting to confirm it. He nodded. "Understood. I have one ambiguity. Rules won't apply if we both want to break them. Right?" And it takes all her self-control not to land a spicy slap across this idiot smug's cheek. Start Date: 17.12.2024 End Date: 22:10.2025

MIR ZADIR SHAH & ZOYA MIR ZADIR SHAH ______\ She looked around frantically at the men trashing the Khan Haveli... Screams of the ladies rung in the house as they tried to stop the goons. Her brother and cousin were on their knees, with their hands behind their backs, struggling to free themselves , their bodies shaking with anger coursing through their veins... bohat pashtao ge Mir Zadir Shah! Hitting and shoving at them, she tried to stop the men from further damaging their property "hato... p-please.." she sobbed as she continued hitting and tugging at one of their arms... her movements came to a halt hearing heavy footsteps entering the haveli. She turned around to the sight of her husband confidently walking towards the haveli. Her sobs caught in her throat as she saw his dominant presence come to a halt at the main entrance. A mix of fear and relief filled her at the same time. "Mir..." she breathed as a sob broke out. Letting go of the arm she was trying to pull she ran towards her husband in hope of help. There he stood, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He looked on with satisfaction at the destruction pursuing in-front of him. Although he heard her whisper his name, he didn't bat an eye from the sight in front of him. He lifted his arm, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head as she came crashing into him, his jaw clenching with mixed feelings. She was ready to beg him for help. If just once he could out of humanity help her and her family... maybe just this once.... "Mir please" her voice broke... "please..." she began again, only to be interrupted this time. "Mir sahib..." She froze in his arms, her eyes widening at the realization...

Wafa Zaini hated rich people with a passion. She can't stand them for their arrogance and their self-righteousness. She so happens to be living in a very similar rich people's house, as a servant's daughter. Which is an everyday reminder for her of why she hated them so much. When a circumstance forced her to get married to her master's son, things just got from bad to worse. Shahzaib Hussain hated the concept of love and marriage. His parents' years long failed relationship was just another reminder of why he is better off without being married. But a certain circumstance made him marry his nanny's daughter. He didn't want to stay married to her forever though and he made it very clear to his temporary wife on the first day itself. Of course, she was just temporary and he'll get rid of the situation sooner, Or so he thought. *** Word Count: 73,179

He wanted to hate her, to shred her faith viciously before he lost himself in her eyes again. * * * * Amira had a dysfunctional family, an older brother who was far from the ideal and parents constantly on his case. The stakes are raised high for Amira in her senior year. She has her whole life planned out, eagerly waiting for her future husband, but that all changes when a certain green-eyed boy comes to town. A boy who hates her entire existence for one reason only; she's a Muslim. Thrown into a whirlwind of emotions and a fantasy that could never be, Amira is stuck between right and wrong, her boundaries crashing down. One thing was for certain, senior year was going to be a hell of a ride even for a diamond in Islam. (Book One in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D