[Sequel to The Girl With The Headscarf] [Highest ranking yet: #9 in Spiritual] » she came undone and it was a beautiful tragedy «

HIGHEST: #6 IN HUMOR "Your command over sarcasm appalls me." "As does your ability to comprehend it." With a practically non-existent social life, extra study sessions at the best coaching institute in the city, a mind numbingly boring job and a best friend whose sole purpose seems to be getting her a boyfriend, Alankrita Sundar was content with the hand she'd been dealt. But when she receives a text from Ruhan Das, a boy whose very presence made her skin crawl, she realises that the bland oatmeal that is her life was in dire need of some spicing up. What began as a message sent to the wrong person soon turns into a twisted game of Guess Who, as Alankrita realizes faking an identity opens a lot of previously bolted doors- including one that leads to the darkest secrets of one of the most well-known students in school. The series of messages exchanged between Alankrita and Ruhan explore several aspects of each other's life, and through their shared experiences they realise that they aren't as different as they'd previously imagined.

The Al Hadad's thought that shifting to the US would be an opportunity that shouldn't be missed. But they are going to realise staying in the Middle East would have been better. As the new place that they call home is just a citizenship for a variety of supernatural creatures that everyone read about in books. ----------------------------- "Mine" with his arm outstretched trying to touch me "If that hand reaches over, Wallahi I will break it myself" The hand suddenly stopped midway , the stranger looked like a frozen statue it was hilarious that I ended up laughing, that seemed to bring him back to reality. He tried re-approaching but I took sprint & ran like my life depended on it , not without shouting "you crazy" ----------------------------- Join Amal' s & Xander's Journey After all it's His Hijabi Mate

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.