My name is Stuart John.I am rich. No, I am filthy rich. I am arrogant and handsome. I am always one step ahead of the game. The world revolve around me. Governments fear me. My employees obey me. Girls fall down on my feat. I don't respect anyone, yet everyone respect me. That's me. My name is Zainab and I am a Muslim. I wake up at 4 am to pray Thahajuth and then Fajr, which is one of the 5 mandatory prayer in Islam. I am shy and humble. Atleast I believe I am humble. I work for Stuart John, one the most rich people in the world as his personal secretary. Except for the pay, there is absolutely no reason why I think I should be working for this man, who is arrogant, stubborn, short tempered and believe the entire earth revolves around him.Yet, I need the money to support myself and the mess my family left me with.

"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?" A gasp escaped her lips. Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah. Now, she was all alone. No one to support her. No one to care. No one to gently caress her soul. The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found. She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion. Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business. Life had left her bitter. A natural introvert, she let very few people in. Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter. And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm: "Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners." ⸻ On the other hand... Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for. Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart. He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah. But then again-no one is perfect. "Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. "You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith." This time, she wasn't joking. And he knew it. He sighed, stood up, and replied: "Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now." ⸻ But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons? "I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body. She felt sickened. Disgusted. Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought. A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions. Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny. Note: This story isn't just for Muslims. Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.

Ranked # 7 on 1 March 2018 "Do you Anaya Malik,daughter of Zubair malik accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" The imam asked and I didn't reply.I was in shock of this turning point of my life. The thought of Kaif Hashim as my husband shivered me. The imam again asked "Do you Anaya malik daughter of zubair malik,accept Kaif Hashim as your husband?" I didn't reply again. My best friend Aasiya came forward and shake my shoulder. "Anaya! give answer." I came to my senses. "I..I do." I said. The imam asked for two more times the same question and I replied in " I do. I heard the words of congratulations. People thinks that it is marriage that happened today but they are wrong because from my point of view it was a deal.A business deal. ........................... salaam everyone. How would you feel when you become a deal?when your father makes a deal to save his business by marrying you with the most arrogant, cruel and tough Guy? Anaya all her life dreamed to be loved but what she gets is only a deal.

"What did you say?", he asked with quite surprise and amusement in his tone. "I love you aadi",i said feebly and weakly. "WHAT!!!",this time he nearly shouted..with a bit of anger in his voice . "I SAID I LOVE YOU AADI !! I.....LOVE...YOU(this time i shouted)!Did you here it properly now?", i said. Suddenly,he started lauging like a maniac..."Did u ever look at your face in the mirror....ohh i forgot! Is your family even able to afford a mirror?how did u even dare to confess to me...if possible dont ever show me ur tramp face again",he said! "Please...please just...!",i start to plead. "Leave...NOW!",he shouted and i was in tears! ------- It started raining,aadi pinned my hands above my head against the car. He had trapped me, his scent overwhelming my senses. I closed my eyes as he got closer and turned my head away. His lips connected with my jawbone instead, he made the most of it and trailed tiny butterfly kisses down my neck and collarbone. He smiled faintly at my gasp of reaction, he lowered the other one to my face and gently pulled my face to face him. He skillfully closed the gap between us devouring my lips and stealing all my ability to think. Without giving a second thought to what I was doing I arched my body into his and kissed him back.He let go of my trapped hands so his could go other places n i pulled him closer. "I love you my angel",he said in between the kiss...."what !" ,i asked!.."I SAID I LOVE YOU ANGEL",he replied. I pushed him with all my force..."Angel Please...just please",he said weakly......"Leave Aadi , NOW", i shouted and turned back..through the side window i could see he had tears in his eyes!! ********* #32 in general fiction on 10-11-15

"You're the never ending blue sky in my world." "Well then you're the green land completing me." Life was crude, a path of potholes and smooth roads. It never stayed stable and neither did Zoya Hayat Malik's. Ever since her high school years, she was impeccably drawn towards cardiac studies. After all, cardiologists took care of the heart, an organ too complex to ever fully comprehend. Entering the top medical university in a small town, she dreamt of saving a heart. On the other spectrum of the town lived a passionate architect. His prayers involved more gratitude than requests but there was an unattainable absence deep within his heart. They yearned for the best until fate bind them together. He met the girl who wanted to save hearts. The very first heart she ever saved was his. Whenever he crossed paths with her, the desire to hold onto her starved him. She kept enchanting him. They wanted to walk together until they reached Jannah, until it was only Him & His Muslimah. -HIM AND HIS MUSLIMAH-

Credit cover to @ Bushra_Siddiqui

Anabia, a 18 year old girl. Pretty, kind hearted, polite, lively, religious and most importantly a muslimah. Her life is just perfect but, as they say nothing is perfect. Her life is turned upside down when she is forced to marry a gangster. Kashif, the biggest gangster of town. Everyone fears him. He's only 20 yet he is the most dangerous man you'll come across. He has a dark past. He admires a girl named Anabia but she loathes him. What will happen when they're married? Will they fall in love? Or will they fall apart? Join in their journey to know what happens. ;) Chapter 1-3 are made private due to some reasons and chapter 25 and 26 will be made private so in order to read them you have to follow me Currently Editing This Book And Making Small Changes 😊 Currently: #16 in Spiritual #47 in Love #140 in Gangster

"Shh."he whispers putting a finger to my lips. I looked down at his finger on my lips, and then into his eyes. He stared at my face, as if memorizing every pary of it. We looked into each others eyes, lost. He swallowed, and moved forward, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, as his lips touched my skin. His hand, lightly stroked my cheek, as he kissed my eyes. "A...Asher." i mumbled, when his lips grazed my cheek. He was tracing my lips again and agian with the back of his thumb, and i thought my heart would explode. "Hmm." He whispered, and his lips grazed my jaw line, making me inhale sharply. Cover credit goes to @ Bushra_Siddiqui!!

"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"

This story is a Muslim story about a girl who had to marry her boss for the sake of her family and career ... 18 years old Alina Ibrahim was the only daughter of Naeem Ibrahim and Aiza Ahmed...Alina works as a supervisor in JY Company Pvt Ltd.. The CEO of the company Jaisham Yusuf compelled her to marry him threatening to harm her family...