𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 is smart, quiet, shy and beautiful. She joined crystal high sophomore year and soon won the hearts of all teachers with her intelligence. Lost in studies, she doesn't have a care in the world and has made no friends even at the end of the school year. She studies alone and is satisfied with her grades. No one gets under her skin neither does she let someone except that one guy who has made his personal mission to get on her nerves. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲 is confident, charming, talented and kind. While being the best player on his basketball team, he also scores the best grades in his classes. Everyone in Crystal High knows and adores him and his caring gestures. When he sees the girl fighting to get good grades, something in him changes, he becomes obsessed with getting under her skin and makes it his mission to unravel her and find what she hides behind her competitive spirit. Since their Senior Year at Crystal High is coming to end, they have challenges to face. While the common challenges stresses them- such as college applications and hopes of getting chosen by their dream college- they come face another problem which brings them closer to work together and help each other out. As the bond between them grows and they come to unravel a part of each other, they end up finding comfort. But the past continues to haunt memories and they find themselves stuck with their thoughts. (I do not own the pictures, the credit goes to the real owner.) Started - July 19th, 2023 Finished - January 15th, 2024

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.

Previously Known As: "Imperfect Hearts!" "Who are you?" She whispered. Fear lacing her every word. The brown eyes that were once filled with love and warmness were now a hollow place of lurking terror, terror that soon was going to engulf every fiber of her delicate form. Silence. The horrifying silence that greeted her already told the truth, which she was desperately trying to ignore. Every answer was there in front of her very eyes and the proof were the papers that now laid on the floor, helplessly looking at the doom they had created. "Answer me," This time her whisper rose a notch, demanding the truth, which she knew was going to break her into pieces. Aahil stood there with his back facing her. The once warm blue eyes were now stoic, completely derived of any emotion. His posture was stiff and power radiated off of him in trembling waves, making a shiver to run down Aara's back. There was something unfamiliar about this power, something which she had never felt before, it was absolutely soul shaking and she hated this feeling. *** They say love is a cure for all the broken hearts but this love? It was different, it was born when fate played with the lives of people like a puppet, it was an old love taking place in modern times.

"Why can't you understand that you're not going out with him!??!!" He yelled at me. "Shut the Fuck up, I do whatever the fuck I want!" I shouted back. "Oh really?" He smirked. "Really" I sassed. Meet Ryder Jackerson the Player, Badass, and meet Bibiana the Sassy, crazy, weird Tomboy Girl.

When Omar Affandi finally starts thinking that Sawera is the right girl for him, he got humiliated by her. A week before their wedding, Sawera Ibrahim showed up at his office, it wasn't the first time she came there. Never had he ever imagined that this time her arrival would bring the utter disgrace and humiliation and disgrace to him and his family. He was left with the only option of marrying Sawera's 23 year old little sister Zara. The same Zara he used to admire for so many qualities. But now he only felt humiliation and betrayal whenever he looks at her. It wasn't Zara's fault but would she be able to get her rightful place in Omar's life or she'd always be his second choice....

"You wanna see the ponies?" "No, I don't." "Great! Let's go." "What the bloody- " ❝In which a matchmaker falls in love with a fiery redhead.❞ ────────── Detailed summary inside. COMPLETED | Romance | Humour | NA Although the characters are Muslims, the story itself is just a lighthearted read and does not fulfill the purpose of highlighting Islam. Ranked no. 1 in #amusementpark on 03/23/21 [Total word count between 150,000 to 160,000] WARNING: If you're reading this story on any platform other than wattpad, then you're at the risk of malware. This book is only available on wattpad in its original form by the author @_shinja_

#82 in spiritual on January 30' 2018 Zenith Amir Qureshi a Pakistani Muslim had everything in her life she asked for..Perfect Parents, 2 Bestfriends which are like sisters to her. But never take anything for granted. One incident change her life which was her loving mother death. After her mother death, she was completely broken. Being the only child of her parents. Her Father takes a decision to send her London to her Aunt Sadeeqa for further studies. Zenith is not a perfect Muslima but always tried to be become a good Muslim. So this is the story of a Pakistan-Hijabi girl and her journey to a new world which is completely opposite from where she belonged. Cover by @LuxRaven P.S= I hope you guys will enjoy her journeyy.. full of excitement,nervousness,strongness. And to find out about how deals with Mr.jerk, you have to read the book Obviously xx P.S.S= Being Muslim & Pakistani Doesnot mean we spread terriorism.. just like other religion..Islam Spread peace.. and the terriorists don't have any religion atleast in my dictionary.

It was not an arranged marriage because an arranged marriage occurs when the third party decide something for you. It was not a love marriage either because love marriage occurs when you marry someone you love. It was a forced marriage. Jasmin didn't have a choice. Her parents didn't have a choice. He wanted her and only her. Nobody could or can stop him. Highest ranking: #37 in romance * Copyright 2014 by deep_side_love. All Rights Reserved.

Sophia is a penurious, troubled girl fighting her inner demons and caging monsters, trying to run away from her past life as much as she can, however far that she can but finds every road ending with a blockage, finding every path with a stop sign and nothing but dead ends. Not giving up and still pushing all of her energy to make ends meet, she doesn't give up until her life takes a turn and that too when the well known, owner of the prestigious Italian Mafia's mob boss takes a glance at her, his heart never allowing his eyes to misalign once they have settled on her. On the other hand, his life is fucked up, messed up, ruined to ashes but he is still living and is the king. He knows when to shut down his emotions, when to snap, when to hold things under control and when to wage highly successful wars. He doesn't believe in love or happiness and vows to die alone. But will he be able to complete this vow of his when he sees a set of pure electrifying blue eyes which make him completely stop on his way. And not stop him only, but his goddamn stubborn heart. What will be the fate of Ashton Romanno? This story is mine and solely mine and I wouldn't allow anyone to copy my work. If you do, I will take legal action against you. And warning, there are scenes of rape and torture. ALL THE PICTURES I USE ARE NOT AT ALL MINE. MY INSPIRATION FOR ASHTON ROMANNO IS DUSAN SUSNJAR. I REPEAT.....THEY ARE NOT MINE, I DO NOT OWN ANY KIND OF PICTURE, THEY ARE SOLELY HIS AND HIS ALONE.

Adj~ mysterious and entrancing ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face. "Answer the maulvi" his father spoke. "Son" his mother pestered from his side. His eyes landed on Hiba's expectant ones. She looked from across the veil questioning his delay. He shook his head as he placed the tip of the pen on the paper, a single stroke formed on the paper but that very moment a frantic Ayan ran in the room. "Turn on the tv right now" he yelled making Hamza to oblige right away. "There had been an accident on the motorway car LEB-780 has been hit by a troller on its way out of the city, the hit has caused an explosion rendering the passengers severely injured and are critical condition-" "That's- that's the car maula bakhsh took to drop-" His ears numbed as the pen dropped on the floor, his heart stopped, his eyes stuck on the TV screen. "Bhai!" He ran out of the house and got in his car, the engine roared and soon he was on the road. ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀ ~| Slow paced book |~ I hope you enjoy 😘 love hafsa_tahir