Farzana's separated from her husband after his affair after which she is accused of being unfaithful and carrying an illegitimate child from that affair.Even after his claims are proved to be not guilty and the child in her womb is his,he gives away his parental rights.With a broken heart and not one but two children in her arms,she decides to move away where she finds an equally broken hearted boy. King Ridwaan Bin Zakir lost his wife recently and his once happy,lively son has become a shell of who he used to be.He is being pressurized to marry again but he refuses to until his son starts smiling again.He does not want a wife who will only be with him for his crown and not to be a mother to his son.He does not think his son will change to who he was before,until a teacher walks through the doors of his son's hospital room.

{ 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*

"Let go of me" I shouted at him. But his grip was too tight around my waist. I yelled and cried but no use as my friends watched him dragging me to the elevator; they were helpless as his body guards were blocking them. They kept shouting at him to let me go but to my bad luck no use. I saw the doors of the elevator being closed. Tears were running down my cheeks. What does this stranger wants from me I never even saw him in my life. As he dragged me out of the elevator and pulled me towards his room I kept trying to free myself from his grip but nothing worked he was too strong. He pulled me to his room locking the door behind and throwing me on a king size bad and started walking slowly towards me. " NOOOOOO, PLEASE NOOO DON'T COME CLOSER. PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME"

Iman wasn't your typical girl who wore a hijab. She was a strong businesswoman who sacrificed a lot to get to where she was now. One day, when a man threatens to buy her company , he gave her no choice but to take his last name. Little did she know that he was an Arab prince...

Some people find true love easy, some people battle endlessly to find it, some give up, and some never do at all. Being Black and Nigerian in an Arab country wasn't so bad for Amal. But when one of the richest bachelor there sets his eyes on her.. she became a target From jealous women that wanted to take her place... to a protective father that wants someone else for his son... Would they fight for it... she is the black Rose in a desert

Aimee, an accomplished archaeologist gets into serious trouble while working and travelling through the middle east. The only person who can save her from a lifetime inside an Arabian jail is Prince Zahir, whose life she saved while in the desert, and he has only one solution to her problem. Aimee is not going to like it.