Yasmin is a 18 years old muslim girl who has for only family her father and little brother. She will do everything to please her father. But what if the only thing he wants will cost her her freedom and happiness? All of this just for one mistake he committed? Meet the 24 years old Malik Qureshi , one of the hottest bachelor in the world. His name is spoken everywhere and by everyone. He is the heir to his father's known chain of hotels and Business entreprise, Qureshi Hotels and Qureshi Entreprise. What if, the only condition to become one of the top 5 richest men in the world is to settle down with this girl his father chose? If there is one thing that is sure, he would do anything to get his hands on the inheritance, even if it means marrying a nobody just on paper. Their paths will cross, tears will be shed and mistakes will be made. Mistakes, we all make them and we all suffer from the consequences, some people more than others. But what if this one mistake is worth a billion dollar? Or actually, no amount of money will be enough to pay for it? Copyright © P.S: All readers are welcome. This story might have Islamic behaviors but is not trying to convert anyone. Again, the goal of this is not to convert anyone into the religion. Published on 09/02/17

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! :)

(Mafia Series#2) [Previously known as "Sold to be His"] He advanced towards me and grabbed my arm painfully. I hissed under his hold and tried to pull my arm away from him but all in vain. "Who are you?" I asked, sacredly. He squeezed my arm which was causing pain in my arm. It would leave a buries for sure. He chuckled darkly and pulled me to him which made me hit with his chest. He quickly moved his hand from my arm to my waist and pulled me impossibly close. I looked at him in uncontrollable fear. I felt his other hand move on my back and felt something pinching on my arm, painfully. I looked at him with wide eyes and tearful eyes which were flowing through my eyes, that were slowly closing. "Your future!" I heard him saying in dangerous voice as my eyes were closing without my permission. I tried to open them but failed and let myself sunk in the darkness. - - - Izzah, a beautiful and talented doctor. Always there to help and support anyone in the hours of need. But what will she do when she is sold to a mafia man? Daniel, handsome and dashing mafia man. Who hates lies and don't know the meaning of love. But what will he do when Izzah enters in his life? And why he kidnaps her and bought her? - - - Status~ Started: 15/06/2019. Completed: 28/09/2020.

Gulaab mukhtar khan ; the girl with a bubbly personality; who's laugh and giggles lighten the dark world around her , her beauty was the exact manifestation of her name ; she was the Apple of everyone's eyes , experiencing happiness all her life , she never knew the harsh reality of world untill a certain man with deep black eyes entered her life , uninvited ! and caused a havoc ... Ebek Sherdil awarkzai ; the rising young narcisstic politician, who never cared for anyone in his life , not even his parents; untill he caught the sight of an innocent 19 year old girl , he still don't know what intrigued him , what was so different about her ? He takes whatever his heart desires and he's planing to claim that girl as his own whether by love or by force....

Hartaj was standing on the terrace with his hands fisted. It was cold , but he couldn't care about it. The fire in him wasn't letting him see anything else. "Son, go to your room. It's already late ,she must be waiting for you " his mom requested. "I can't care less about what she wants!! I have married her just because of dad. But I can't forget who she is!!!!!" he said barely containing his anger. "Don't forget that she is also your wife now. Don't think about her only as the sister of your enemy "she said softly trying to make him understand. "No! she wont ever be my wife "he said with finality and went downstairs. His mom sighed in despair. She knew the impulsiveness of her son.She didn't want him to do anything he would regret later. Hartaj had married for the peace between the families ,she wanted it to work. She prayed for her son's happiness in this relationship . __________ This story is about 3 brothers, their fate and their love. If you want to know more, join the journey❤️

#16 - spiritual on(18/05/2018) #86 -suffer on(01/09/2018) #198 -kill on (02/09/2018) # 22-partner on(03/09/2018) #36-partner on(04/09/2018) #78-suffer on(07/09/2018) Iffty Sousa a ruthless ,cold hearted mafia.People feared heard his name.His name has strong feeling mixed of dangerous and terror and killing people is his passion.Seeing blood makes him relaxed his muscles.Giving pain others is his obsession.Taking life is his habit.No one dare to cross his path.He is don over many countries even sometimes police dont want to cross his way.He is so cruel and heartless.And no one sees him ,he is like a shadow. Tania Sultana ,a beautiful Muslim ,young lady.She is bless with everything she wants.She is kind.She is honest.She is so emotional and same time cheerful. She hates liar and those who pretend to care. Every men desires to have her.like every men,Iffty also falls for her. --------××××××××----------- - lets see when they two cross each other what will happen?Are they fallIs for each other?are they make best couples in the world?? For knowing further ...please keep ur journey ups with the story. For now.....Allah hafiz????????????

His hold on her arm was so tight that she thought his nails were digging in her soft flesh. Amaan's jaw clenched, the muscles ticking in his mandible and as his hand left her tiny waist, he clenched her jaw roughly. His nails were digging in her jaw, and she whimpered in pain but didn't utter a single word. '' You have actually the nerve to wear something so revealing just to show to the people your flesh and to even think that by wearing this you can match to my status. But'' he paused and looked at her tearful eyes which were shedding tears nonstop. '' You don't know that whatever you do, you can't change your fate. You are nothing but a vestige. You don't deserve anything in this life not even this dress. If you sell yourself which nobody will even care about, still you can't even buy a single piece of this dress.'' Meet Amaan Rahmani a business tycon and Arzoo Rahmani an innocent girl. what happened when their future has been written in their childhood.

MUSLIMLOVESTORY | SPIRITUAL | ROMANCE | DRAMA ---------------------------------- An adamant advocate with loud opinions, Layan Al Hashimi has to deal with past affairs, personal current affairs, and occupation-related affairs. . . . A story, when strings were hauled to twist the fates of those who compromised with circumstances. To bring souls together - who resented each other's existence, and tied them eventually in an agreement. Consequentially the flow of this bond embarked with hatred and unwanted desires. She had an intense fiery flaring within her. His courteousness masked his resentment all this while. What could have manipulated their opinions regarding each other that all hatred was subsided? Hearts wrenched, tears squandered, for those who did not worth the effort. And each bargained, to cling to life, to gain vengeance, to protect one's their hearts embraced preciously. All in all, tenderness - warmth, bloomed with the flow of desires, and cluelessly pillaged their hearts. ------------------------------ A Modern Muslim Love Story by Niqabi_secrets ------------------------------ Modern or bedouin, Islamic rules don't change for any muslim story or muslim author. status : ..... current word count :

☆ AMAAN ULLAH ZAMAN ☆ 27 year old ex-marine who is now looking for some meaning in his life. After his father remarried he doesn't have a family to call his own. When the opportunity of bodyguarding a spoilt princess comes along he takes it up. But will he regret this decision. ♡ LAYLAH ALI MANSHA ♡ 24 year old Laylah has trust issues. She has seen a lot in her life already and doesn't want anyone else ruining the little peace she has. When Aman enters her life uninvited how will she deal with him. Rather how will she deal with him knowing her secrets. She is broken, but so is he. She is lonely but so is he. She has demons and he knows how to tame them. She loves to cook and he loves to eat. Amaan and Laylah come from different ends of life. He is struggling to make ends meet and she is struggling to spend her money? What happens when Amaan tumbles into Laylah's life uninvited. Can she learn to trust him? ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ Although this is a muslim based love story, it is open for anyone from any background. Art isnt subjective to one culture or religion. Dont be afraid to peak in.

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.