{Completed} Jawahir Malik Zayyad, the last thing she expected to happen to her is getting married. Especially when she has just finished high school and about to have as she thought, the best time of her live. All those dreams and desires were abruptly snatched away from her when her grandmother demands she gets married this instant. Then came in Aayan Abbas Abdullah, the last thing on his mind or agenda is getting married, he has no passion or interest whatsoever. Then all of a sudden his parents proposed the idea of him getting married to one of his dad's best friend's daughter. 'The ball is in your court' they said. He has the utmost desire to fulfill his Ammiey's wish, which is to get married, as he is the only son. Will they learn how to love each other? Or will darkness take over?! What happens when they each find out that there's more than what just meet the eyes between the two of them? Join me as I tell you the love story of Aayan and Jawahir!!! #JaYan❤✨🌹🔐 Rankings; #1 in arabs #1 in hausa #1 in wattpadbanters #2 in spiritual #2 in nigeria #3 in nigerian #3 in muslimlovestory #5 in muslim #8 in arrangedmarriage #8 in baking #21 in halal STARTED: 19th June 2018 COMPLETED: 27th February 2020 Copyright © 2018 Maimunatu I Bukar. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of Maimunatu I Bukar. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ©️ Maimunatu I Bukar

Laila Kamill Kabir is my name and this is my story.

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.