"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

#82 in spiritual on January 30' 2018 Zenith Amir Qureshi a Pakistani Muslim had everything in her life she asked for..Perfect Parents, 2 Bestfriends which are like sisters to her. But never take anything for granted. One incident change her life which was her loving mother death. After her mother death, she was completely broken. Being the only child of her parents. Her Father takes a decision to send her London to her Aunt Sadeeqa for further studies. Zenith is not a perfect Muslima but always tried to be become a good Muslim. So this is the story of a Pakistan-Hijabi girl and her journey to a new world which is completely opposite from where she belonged. Cover by @LuxRaven P.S= I hope you guys will enjoy her journeyy.. full of excitement,nervousness,strongness. And to find out about how deals with Mr.jerk, you have to read the book Obviously xx P.S.S= Being Muslim & Pakistani Doesnot mean we spread terriorism.. just like other religion..Islam Spread peace.. and the terriorists don't have any religion atleast in my dictionary.

He stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in General Fiction 9/15/17 81# in general Fiction on 9/30/17 59# 9/29/17.

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

"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

~Sequel to Not Your Expected Hijabi~ Liam's gone. Ruki's moving on. And this author has a ton of comments, pleading for the story to carry on... So welcome to Not Your Expected Hijabi's sequel: Not Your Expected Bad Boy Where all the college drama is long gone and our characters have matured. It's been five years since the old college days and Rukshana and Liam still haven't met. Will they meet in the real world? A world that may seem all innocent and simple but in reality there's so much going on. And if they do, is there still any love? Will they even remember each other? There's so much going on and so little time... And this author is losing her mind! Okay, I'll stop with the rhyming! I can't help it! But seriously? What are you waiting for? Click the read button and start reading! Add it to your library and reading list! However, I do recommend you to read book one (Not Your Expected Hijabi) before proceeding with this. Happy reading!❤️ ~COMPLETED~ A/N: THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING. It will be back on the shelves soon. Please follow me for updates and keep the book in your library. Instagram: rumaanah.r / r3hijabi Highest rank: #9 in spiritual #1 in Hijabi #21 in Muslimah #1 in convert #2 in islamiclovestory

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

This character is from this book: HIS BROKEN SOUL. You don't have to read that one to understand this one. **** Zach is a heir to his fathers extremely wealthy company. He's respected and loathed but he not really interested in his fathers business or the money. He's immature, irresponsible, and unprofessional, well at least, that's how his father sees it. Zach doesn't really understand the boring business, but want to strive. His dad hopes that Zach has the tiniest amount of potential because then he hires a professional who happens to just happens to be up tight Amira. Amira is known as professional, responsible and basically opposite of what Zach is. She's independent and has everything in check. She does her job well and doesn't like messing up. But this time she's hired as almost a babysitter of a rich heir and is annoyed she even came. How will these two be able to work together spite their hatred for each other and differences? What happens when cool guy Zach doesn't cooperate? How will she be able to make a difference? ***** "I'm tired. I feel like sleeping. Goodbye." Zach sighed, got up, and began leaving his office. I grab the collar of his fancy suit and nudge him backwards. I didn't come here in these killer heals to deal with this little kid who was older than me. "No Mr. Zach. We are going to finish this up." Zach huffed. "I'm too handsome for this shit." He whispered under his breath. Zach then turned and glared at me,Eyes narrowing. I felt a little scared but I glared back. We kept glaring at each other until he sighed and averted his eyes. He strode to his chair and sat down, crossing his hands on the table. "What is there more to do Mrs. Uptight and Boring?" He then gave me a wink. I'm going to kill him.

"You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected times." ▪▪ He stroke my arm with his hand and carefully followed his own action with his eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing his hand away. He raised his both hands in the air as defense and tucked them away in his jeans pockets afterwards. "I have a question before you leave." He smirked. He was going to ask me something stupid, I could feel it. I crossed my arms and waited for his question. "You can take your headscarf off as soon as we're married, right? I mean, we are married then." He said taking another step forward. He suddenly grabbed me by my waist, pulling me towards him. He stared into my eyes holding me with a huge strength I could never compete with. It was at that moment I could smell a faint smell of alcohol on his breath. He was drunk. ▪▪ Meet Aliah Samuni; a simple, religious and down to earth 23 year old girl, who lost her parents 5 years ago. Meet Harris Cooper; cocky, rude, rich, has a different girl every week and isn't friendly towards his staff. When Aliah Samuni is being hired as a receptionist at the biggest fashion company in New York City, she meets Harris Cooper. THE Harris Cooper, the most famous and rich business man in town. Little does she know, that the guy she insults and loathes the first day at work, is the CEO of the company. Her boss. Can she change his life? Can she make him fall in love again after a horrible past? ▪▪ Read #TCUL for a spiritual adventure with mystery, drama and occasionally some intense romance. Highest ranking: #1 (Multiple times)