He was sitting on bed in front of me in white shirwani. The look of utter adoration and devotion was completely visible in his ocean blue eyes. So much love in those eyes and I couldn't reciprocate even a percent of it. The guilt starting eating me up and I looked away from his face toward the wall. "You look utterly beautiful." His soft and smooth voice reached my ears. My black hair were down my waist and I was wearing only a nose ring and some bangles with my lahnga as he asked. "So beautiful and Lost." The words came out as a whisper. "Does the thought of living with me upsets you that much Noor?" The guilt clogged my throat. "Its not like that." I whispered and a sad smile took its place on his face. He took my hand in his. "I hope one day, You will be able to love me even half as much as you loved Hudhayfah." A tear escaped my eyes on his name. His face appeared in my mind. My words were stuck in my throat. Something flashed in his eyes maybe a realization. He looked at me and got a bit close. "I wonder if you will be okay If I do this." He raised his hand and cupped my face. I didn't have time to evaluate before his lips fell on temple as he caressed my cheek. They remained there for long as I struggled internally. A part of me wanted to push him away and other just imagined Hudhayfah's lips on my temple. It was the part that never wanted to let him go. That part won because when he pulled away. I saw grey eyes rather then ocean blue. I knew I easily gave in. It wasn't that I couldn't let go. It was just that I didn't want to let go. ✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ Read to find out what will happen further in Noor's journey of letting go and learning more about her husband's murder and trying save her family from her dead husband's Mafia family. Sequal to "His secrets" can't be read as a stand alone. #40 in suspense on 24/02/2020 #07 in love again on 24/02/2020 #30 in spiritual on 21/05/20 #30 in halal

"What was that?" He came closer and closer as I step back with each step he took. "What was what!? I can hang out with whomever I want, it's none of your business." I snapped when I felt a wall behind me. Of course the damn wall had to be there. "It is my business and you know why? Because you're my wife, get it?" His face were inches away from mine as his mint breath fanned my cheeks. "Since when do you care that I'm your wife?" I whispered, my heart was going insane. "Since forever, Layla." He brushed my cheeks with his warm hands. "You belong to me and the angels are witnesses for that." ________________ None Muslims are welcome^^ #1 Teenagers🎊 #47 teen 🎉 #37 school 🎊 #3 spiritual 🎉

Musa smirked as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to his chest. Her breath hitched. She turned and glared at him with so much fire in her hazel orbs. She wriggle her wrist to free it but he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her so close that their body flushed against each other. Her face marred a frown while his amused. With a single tug he dropped her veil to reveal her glossy brown hair. Taking a strand of her hair in his hand and twirling it, he looked in her spell bounding hazel orbs and smiled in victory, taunting her. _______________________________ He is Musa Khan. Belonging from a Nawab family, he is everything you can expect from a man belonging to such status. He is a businessman but not only that he is also a Cardiologist Consultant. The most famous Cardiologist. With handsome face and charming smile, he has stolen many hearts. He is Nawab of Rasipur. There was no woman who didn't attempt to make herself prominent in his presence till her.... Nayyab Rehman is a postgraduate Doctor. With no father on her head and only a mother who supported both of them financially, she is introvert. With so much trouble and crisis, she is dead set on making her mother proud. She hardly talks to anyone. She is shy and reserved, something Musa Khan finds amusingly appealing.... An accident caused both of them to meet in unexpected circumstances that cause a spark? Will that spark burn them to be un-repairable or will it led to something beautiful? Something that both are unfamiliar with.... Join the spectacular voyage of Musa Khan and Nayyab Rehman to experience a boost of emotions that will make u grip your pillow with a smug grin in excitement and next moment to pull out your hair frustration.

"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to scrub my body. I stepped out of shower, fastening the bath robe around my waist. I flipped my hair and wrapped dupatta around my head, dabbing it to dry my hair "I want you." I heard a voice too familiar in my ears. I whipped my head around to see pair of black eyes looking into mine. I was about to scream my lungs our when it disintegrated in thin air however whispers were still ringing in my ears. I turned back to mirror to see cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped it away with tissues on the basin. I tried to regulate my heartbeat by placing my palm on my heart and breathing deeply. I was getting vibes that something unpleasant is about to happen. Sometimes you just rub your palms and wish that you didn't do something. A restless urge to undo something that impacted your life so much. Same is the case with Fatima. She wishes that she could just go back in time and never meet Ahmed Ali Rizvi again. If only she could just plainly undo him. #01 in #ChasingLove #01 in #RunningAway

Assalamualaikum and Hi guys I'm back with an another amazing story "Being the billionaires stubborn beauty." If you guys don't know about my first book "Being In Halal Terms Wid Mr.Mafia" do check it out . Hope you all will like it. Coming back to our present story...... If you are thinking this is a simple romantic story where a girl and boy meet then they fall in love and then they get married you are completely wrong. This is the story about AAIRA HASSAN and DHAHNIAL HYDERI poles opposite to each other . Aaira is the youngest daughter of Mr.Hassan Khan. They live in California.His love for his daughter increased after his wife's death.But Aaira doesn't understand that. After Aaira's mom's death she changed . she was no longer the lovely girl. Now she was a spoiled Rude brat. Her ego stands before her . Due to this she is not able to see the love of her family its just that she doesn't care about anyone now. Whereas Dhahnial Hyderi Son of Mr.Farooq Hyderi is the right example of a perfect son.A kindhearted man, Who understand others and who is worth of trusting. His parents are proud of him. ofcourse who wouldn't be..... he was the successful billionaire after all.still he is stick to his culture and morals who loves his family beyond anything. Money can't by him.And he is a man of his Word . Only one word can describe him A GENTLEMAN. When life decides to put them in a same cup , can they handle each other presence ? Will they bare each other? Can Dhahnial change Aaira and bring her back ? Will Aaira allow Dhahnial in her life ? To know more join Aaira and Dhahnial's Journey. The only thing i can say in description about the story is IT HAS SUSPENCE . Start reading ❤

"This is wrong-" "I don't fucking care!" He roars, throwing the chair across the room. I flinch, watching it break into little pieces, backing up further against the door as he continues to destroy his office while I whimper away from the loud noise. He spun around as I let out a helpless sob, noticing my tear-filled eyes his large figure took long strides towards me, taking my face between his hands. "What do you want me to do baby? I'll do anything to make it better" ∞ What happens when Amal Noor, a poor college student, is stuck between following her families wishes and beliefs or surrendering herself to the most difficult, hotheaded man who just doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, Alessandro Da Vinci. Her college principal. ∞ #Book 1 in the La Mia series -SLOW UPDATES *I do not own any of the photos or videos in this book*

"Because you are death,love" "Wh..What do you mean ", She choked. "Didn't i tell you before, you are pain, suffering, a bad luck", He spoke knowingly causing her pain. Healing his wounds giving her new one's. She almost winced with how intense the pain in her chest was as a tear slipped her eyes. "So are you,Mr Umair Wali Khan;Pain, a lot and lot of pain",Her voice thickened with emotions. "Just for you love, just for you", He said as a smirk formed his lips, he leaned forward and continued, "but I'm not death, I'm not the reason my mother died"He said,wounding her beyond repair. "No..- , she said, as if begging him to stop.He leaned in till his lips brushed against her ear and whispered, " At least, I'm not a Murderer." DARK ROMANCE Umair Wali Khan has every thing people dream of, Wealth, Looks,fame, a girlfriend, Everything but peace. His peace stolen from him since he was 15, Now he lives with one purpose; to have revenge. Does revenge bring him peace or does something else?

As a Muslim girl, marriage is one of Safia's biggest dreams. All her life she kept herself pure for her faith and her future husband. Although having never had experienced love, and occasionally doubting whether she will, Safia feels herself growing impatient being single. She then sends her family to search for 'the one.' Trusting her family, she decides to say yes to the first person her family finds for her. She believes she will get married and face all her problems with her husband by her side. Is it really as simple as that? Yusuf feels a void in his heart. He tries to deny it, but he knows his mother's not proud of him. He knows she wishes he could be a little more modern like his brother. He wanted his family to find him a wife while he could focus on his deen (faith), but his idea of a wife clashes with his mother's. Seeing that his family were struggling to find him someone he likes, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But is he rushing into decisions without thinking?

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!