It was not an arranged marriage because an arranged marriage occurs when the third party decide something for you. It was not a love marriage either because love marriage occurs when you marry someone you love. It was a forced marriage. Jasmin didn't have a choice. Her parents didn't have a choice. He wanted her and only her. Nobody could or can stop him. Highest ranking: #37 in romance * Copyright 2014 by deep_side_love. All Rights Reserved.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

I see him everyday, he sits right beside me in math, he even smiles at me, but I still can't talk to him. I feel like squealing whenever he comes near me, I just want to tell him I like him, but he probably doesn't even like me, I mean, why would he? I see her all the time, she's beautiful, I want to talk to her so badly, but she doesn't even acknowledge me, she probably thinks I'm just an arrogant jerk, I just want her to see the real me, but even then, would she like me? There are two sides to every story, and that's certainly the case with this one. Highest Ranking So Far: #62 in teen fiction

Ibrah Siddiqui and Ibrahim Raza are family friends, but both hate each others company, when ever they meet they end up fighting, but Allah have different plan for them, and Allah is the best planner. What will happen when both of them fall for each other? _____________________________

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*