❝ We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross paths for a reason ❞ Ibrahim Qureshi, 29-years-old. CEO of the Qureshi enterprises. Handsome and hardworking. His mother's only worry is to see him settled in life; with a wife and a baby. But he was too busy at work to care about marriage. Mawra Hussain, 24-years-old. Assistant of the famous CEO. Lovely and confident. Just like every other parents, hers wanted her to get married and have a little family of her own as well. But she was rejecting every other proposal, her parents thought was eligible for her. Theirs was a strictly professional life, they were never meant to cross paths apart from the office hours. Which took a huge flip when Ibrahim's family goes to ask Mawra's hand in an arranged marriage, shocking the both of them. Join in the journey of Ibrahim and Mawra, of how they become from boss and employee to husband and wife. ••• Word Count: 61,026 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

❝ She has always dreamed of having that perfect 'home' but then found 'him' instead ❞ A home is something that she has always dreamt of, where she'd be cherished and loved. Life has been pretty difficult after she has lost her parents at the age of 11. She was a very ambitious girl with lots of dreams and fashion designing was one of them but getting married to a guy who's not her best friend, was a big no to her. And yet she found herself signing the wedding papers at 21 years to the last man she'd possibly ever like. He was the son of a politician, wanting to be a politician ultimately. After facing a trauma of losing someone so close to him, he became closed off and cold hearted. His only plan in life for his future was to be a politician like his father and nothing else. Getting married was never a part of his plans. And yet he found himself getting married at 25 years to the last woman he'd possibly look at.. He is, Abrar Shah. She is, Haya(t) Ali. And this is their story. ••• Book One in the "Let Go Series" Word Count: 59,214 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

A soft heart is not a Brave Heart, so I've been told. ~ #1 in lessonlearned: 2/10/22 #3 in womensfiction 2/28/22 #4 in lesson: 2/26/22

Resident sunshine and hopeless romantic Noor ul ain is the beloved light of her family's eyes, known for her cheerful nature and willingness to please. She wears the weight of expectations like a crown, afraid to disappoint those who cherish her. The only person who can't stand her bubbly personality is her lifelong neighbor Zunair Yusuf. Broody, cynical, and as "I-don't-believe-in-love" as it gets, Zunair sees right through Noor ul ain's happy-go-lucky facade and is convinced her every laugh is a defense mechanism. But when Noor suddenly undergoes a traumatic experience, her laughter fades into silence. And Zunair Yusuf is the only one who was there after it happened. Disturbed by the drastic change in her demeanor, Zunair is determined to find out what happened to Noor ul ain. And as Noor spirals into depression, she finds comfort in reading an old journal from an estranged family member, a woman whose harrowing story Noor feels deeply connected to. As Zunair embarks on his mission, he finds himself growing close to both the faith he had detached from years prior, and the girl he thought he despised. And as Noor connects with someone she's never known, the generational trauma she had contributed to suppressing begins to break the surface, revealing the strength within her to confront the past and forge a path towards resilience and healing. #1 in islam: 4/7/25

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒽 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶 The Shah Family. _________ Status - Complete _________ "On the outskirt of Alamnagar, there lived the Shah Gharana. A family well know for their furniture business and impeccable reputation of united members. Everything about them was perfect and royal. They lived happily and peacefully." That's what anyone in Alamnagar would tell about The Shah Gharana. But then, neither they were perfect, nor peaceful. All they were, was another desi family with lots of chaos and lots of drama. Nobody would believe if told that the flawless household they saw had the most flawed people as residents. A bunch of chaotic and a bunch of calm people of who had made everything perfect together. So let's get ready to meet the people of Shah Gharana and explore their imperfectly perfect tales. Cover by - @zeynepshah _________ Started - May 23, 2021 Ended- September 24, 2024 ______ Genre- Rom-com and family drama © All rights reserved.2021.ayesh1love

~ completed Meet Romessa Ansari, a girl who had gone on holidays to her home country with her family, but what she doesn't know is that something else is in store for her, as she is about to be married to someone else but is married to someone completely different, how will this girl who is not ready to be in deal with the one given to her over circumstances. (Currently editing) #1 - halal ~2.2.23 #2 - muslim ~30.5.23

When twenty-seven-year-old Ziyana Raza's cousin is dumped by her fiancé with a messy excuse, it's Ziyana's last straw. A former hopeless romantic-now disillusioned by too many betrayals and heartbreaks-Ziyana abandons all notions of true love and vows to remain single forever. "Forever" meaning as long as her Pakistani Muslim family's patience for her singlehood thins. Besides, she's too busy hating her grueling corporate job as a data analyst to focus on anything else. And as long as she convinces herself that love is an anomaly, she'll be fine. It's safer to be alone than blindsided by heartbreak, anyway. But right when she's settling into a somewhat comfortable routine of avoiding men and scoffing at the idea of marriage, Shahzain Shah barrels into her life. Charming, good-natured, and a little too observant, the new Business Intelligence Manager of her company seems determined to crack Ziyana's armor. But as much as his compassionate nature gets on Ziyana's nerves, he also...somehow knows all the right things to say. Sees through her facade of being strong 24/7 and appreciates her hard work. Befriends her brother and respects her parents. Makes her laugh even when she's trying desperately to hold it back. She can't help but reminisce that an old version of herself would have thought Shahzain checked all the boxes for a potential spouse. Too bad she's dead set on her mission...right?

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."