Halallove Stories

An arranged marriage bound them by words, not hearts. Maria thought he'd never care, never look twice. Umer's silence breaks - replaced by something deeper, fiercer, and possessive. Because sometimes love doesn't speak - it shows. Maria slipped away from the crowd after that small encounter, her heart still unsteady. She found a quiet spot near the entrance, where the fairy lights cast soft golden patterns across the marble floor. Her mehndi had dried now - dark, beautiful, her husband's name hidden inside the design only she knew where. She was trying to calm her thoughts when two aunties approached, all dressed in glittering sarees and heavy smiles. "Oh mashallah, you're such a beautiful girl!" one of them said warmly, looking her up and down. "Whose daughter are you, beta?" Maria smiled politely. "I'm... from Umer's family." "Oh really?" the other aunty's eyes lit up. "Then you must be his cousin? You're not married yet, right?" Maria hesitated. Her voice caught for a second - she didn't know how to explain, especially since Umer was always distant around others. Before she could answer, a voice came from behind. Calm. Deep. Certain. "She's my wife." The words silenced everything around her. Even the aunties blinked, surprised, turning to see Umer standing there - his sherwani collar slightly undone, eyes focused only on her.

⚠️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."

In vibrant Saudi Arabia, a chance encounter between strangers sets off a heartwarming journey of love, friendship, and self-discovery. "His Smile" is a halal romance that follows Ema, a Bengali girl raised in the holy land, Junayeed, a Bengali man in the country for Umrah, and Asad, the guy her father chose for her marriage. Through Ema's eyes, we experience the beauty of their blossoming halal romance and the strong bonds of friendship and family that surround her. With her close friends, Asiyah and Abdullah, by her side, Ema navigates the ups and downs of relationships, personal growth, and faith. Dive into the world of "His Smile", where love, laughter, and tears come together in a story that will touch your heart and inspire your soul.

Inaya khan was just 18 when she fell in love for the first time-but heartbreak soon thought her that forever isn't always forever. Five years later, she's stepping into a new chapter, married to a man she never expected: Zaravar Shah. Their worlds are different, their pasts complicated, but maybe fate has a plan neither of them saw coming. This is the story of lost love, healing, and the courage to start over.

| 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 | ON HOLD!!! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 ~ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵le 𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 never asked for a marriage built on silence, scars, and unanswered grief , yet fate ties her to 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢 , a man carved from storms and guarded by shadows. What begins as two strangers trapped in an unwanted bond slowly turns into something far more dangerous: truth. Behind the walls of Al-Shifa Healthcare lies a secret that took lives, shattered families, and left Zaydan bleeding in ways he never learned to show. And Eshal ; soft-spoken, steady, unshakeably kind , becomes the first person to challenge the darkness he's been running from. As she uncovers buried files, hidden names, and betrayal , Zaydan is forced to face the one truth he has feared the most: her light was never his weakness rather it was his cure. But love doesn't heal without cutting deep. And sometimes, the path to healing begins where the pain once lived. A marriage of strangers. A web of secrets. A love that grows in the thorns and rises anyway. Started on : APRIL 10 2025

What if they are different? What if she is blind and he is sighted? Why does he love her, and couldn't he choose a normal girl for himself? Go through Laila and Ahmed's journey to see how differences are actually going alike together. "Why did you choose to love me?" She asked with an innocent voice. "Because you are different, and because you are a good Muslima. You are a girl every man dreams about." he said, hugging her. "But... I am blind." "Shhhh... I don't wanna hear this from you. You are blind by eyes, not by heart." These words made her calm down, and soon she was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Check this story out. I got inspired by my friend who I found here. I love you girl. Check her stories out: "Her Blind Husband" and "Her Broken Husband"

#UNDER EDITING # ➡ impressive ranking ⬅ # 1 in made # 1 in halallove # 1 in halal #1 in moments # 1 in awesome # 3 in muslimlovestory # 3 in memories ********************** Highest rank in spiritual #1 in spiritual(29.01.2019) finally💃💃 # 3 in spiritual (23.11.2018) _______________________ He tightly took a hold of my shoulders, not the wrist this time.*note* "Leave me Wali"I groaned. His roughly touch was indeed painful. "Why are you still not forgiving me for what I did 3 years back which was indeed a mistake for god sake?" I pushed him harshly and said, "If you really felt guilt for that act you would have never come to my room and display your manliness" He faked me a smile and said, "Be ready for the surprise"and winked at me then left the room. __________________________ After doing such cruel things , Wali started falling for Sara. He wanted to marry her but she hates him very much . What will happen when they are married to each other.? Will Sara expect him as a husband .? Will they have a happy life.? Reviews: Saher344 : Amazing and I'll miss this story so much. _Fauxa_ : Awesome book Crazy_lollipop_lover: Awesome book nshah2104 : Awesome book. TreasureLoveBooks : Love you book, I'll miss this book. Princess_Arfu : I will surely miss reading this story. Neelambari123 : wow, super.. Thank you so much for all ur love nd support..❤️ #lovely readers❤️

"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-

Zainab never believed in arranged marriage... until her father promised her to a man she had never seen. But what happens when the "stranger" turns out to be the most feared businessman in Abuja - cold, powerful, and hiding secrets? And what if... he didn't agree to the marriage either? A contract marriage. Two stubborn hearts. One house. Zero peace. Or maybe... too much tension.

--- 🌸 INTRODUCTION "From War to Whispers" - a story of two hearts that started as rivals and somehow learned how to fall. They say the line between love and hate is thin. Mine was a fence. Growing up next door to Zaid Kabir was like living beside a walking disaster. He was loud, arrogant, annoyingly handsome - the kind of boy who thought the world revolved around his smirk. And me? I was the girl who refused to orbit him. We fought over everything. Mangoes. Water. Who greeted first. If he breathed too loudly, I'd complain. If I smiled too long, he'd tease me. Everyone said we'd outgrow it. We never did. Years later, fate laughed in my face and threw us into the same university, the same city, the same story - again. He's still Zaid. Still annoying. Still impossible. But something's changed. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's him. Maybe the war has started whispering something neither of us wants to admit to Whispers. Where enemies learn how to listen... and maybe, how to love. ----

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓽 : 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝒜𝓇𝒽𝒶𝒶𝓂 𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓋𝒾 A mafia and ceo and yes ofc a typical ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ he thinks love is not for him and he can't love anyone. Which is some sort of ture because of his adat se majbor personality ( ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ). And yes as every story he found someone who he can call his, who he can call home even if he has a mansion. 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓎𝒶 𝒞𝒽𝓸𝓌𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓎 An independent women a security gaurd and an mafia agent. She is type of women who thinks love is a waste of time which sure it is and Men are brainless (𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒) yet she ends up falling in love with a man. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɢᴜʀʟʟʟʟʟ. What is the end of their story???

In the opulent world of Northern Nigeria's elite, secrets are currency-and silence, survival. **Inara Maki** has learned to keep both. Diagnosed with schizoid personality disorder, she's perfected the art of detachment, ruling her fashion empire with cool precision and elegant indifference. But when her estranged father summons her home with a single ultimatum-marry his best friend's son or lose everything she's built-Inara finds herself shackled to the one man she's vowed never to face again. **Zayd Umar Diallo** is half Moroccan, half Fulani, and wholly composed-except when it comes to her. A tech mogul known for his emotional intelligence and quiet power, Zayd is unshakable... until his forced reunion with the woman who once disappeared without explanation. She's colder now. Sharper. And far more guarded. But beneath her elegant distance lies a storm neither of them is ready for. As vows are exchanged under flashing cameras and bitter smiles, the vendettas buried in family legacies begin to rise. Whispers turn into threats, past wounds reopen, and love-if it ever existed between them-becomes just another weapon. But when scars are shared and truths begin to unravel, can two enemies trapped in an alliance of power and pain learn that healing sometimes wears the face of the person you least expect? **He was raised to build empires. She was born to burn them down. Now, they'll have to survive each other.**

Aleena, a soft-hearted girl, secretly loves Ayaan-the bad boy who becomes her closest friend. But the day he discovers her feelings, he disappears, leaving her in the dark. Wahad, gentle and kind, silently loves his sister's best friend Maryam-an extrovert who only sees him as her best friend. When she marries her cousin, he quietly leaves the country for her happiness. Zainab and Zayaan, two introverts who never believed in love, are forced into marriage. She pushes him away, and eventually, he leaves-divorce papers in hand. But fate had planned something else. Fate gives them another chance and reunites them again in an unexpected way. "Indeed, the patient will be given their reward without measure." (Surah Az-Zumar, 39:10)

Thauba is 19. A little lazy, a little lost, and way too scared of marriage (even though rishta aunties are always lurking 👀). She loves K-dramas, journaling her overthinking at 2AM, and pretending everything's okay-even when it's not. She didn't grow up in a super religious home. But somehow, Allah started finding His way into her heart... through her friends, through her little moments of peace, and maybe, just maybe-through him. Rezaan. The calm one. The one who doesn't say much but somehow sees through it all. The one who suddenly appears in her life with a question she never thought she'd hear. Now her world's flipping, her heart's racing, and she's left wondering-can someone who's scared of love... still be written into a love story? A soft, emotional journey of faith, fears, and the quiet beauty of nikkah. Not your typical romance, but maybe... the kind your soul was waiting for.

31/12/2025- ongoing He was thirty, successful, and emotionally untouchable. A businessman who believed feelings were weaknesses and love is nothing but a lie. His past had taught him one thing-never trust a woman, never let your heart soften. She was young, still in college, carrying dreams bigger than her fears. Behind her quiet smile lived a horrendous past she never spoke about-memories she survived, not healed from. Love, for her, was hope... but also a risk she wasn't sure she could afford again. Their worlds were never meant to collide. Yet traditions, family pressure, and fate bound them together in an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. To him, she was an unwanted responsibility. To her, he was a cold stranger with walls higher than her courage. Two broken souls. One forced nikah. A marriage built on silence, misunderstandings, and unspoken pain. Will a man who hates love learn to feel again? Will a girl with shattered trust dare to dream of happiness? Or will their pasts destroy what fate tried to begin? This is a story of patience, healing, faith, and a love that grows not by choice-but by destiny. Top rankings: #1 in Meher - 09/01/2026 #2 in seher - 09/01/2026

Ira, I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you are yet to be, you are the only women I have ever felt this way for and will ever, that is the only truth I have ever known my love. Some souls are sent to you by Allah as a cure, they reach the depths of your heart and calmly heal the wounds no one sees, and for me, that soul was Hamdan.

She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.

The rule of life is very smile for Mifra Sadiq. 'This life is temporary, prepare yourself for hereafter' is what she says. Her Imaan stronger than anything and her focus as straight as an arrow. With her old Grandma by her side as her only family member, she's all set to begin the journey she was eager to live, without any financial support of her father. Haziq Sulaiman's life was all fun, until a tragic day. That was the most terrifying yet precious moment when he stopped, to think, to understand and to change his ways. He was still struggling to become a perfect Muslim after that incident. Learning, accepting and rectifying themselves for the betterment, is the life of both. He's all smiles whereas she's reserved. He believes in making effort for what he wants whereas she believes in leaving it to faith; if it's yours, it'll be yours. Their ways clashes when none of them were ready. With their strict spiritual beliefs, different lifestyles and ways of approach, find out how she kneels in front of him and says, "I Love You, for the sake of Allah". ---

She never talked to him. He never confessed. But every look he gave her... said "I see you." And every time she lowered her gaze... her heart whispered, "I feel you." In a world chasing loud love, theirs bloomed in silence. Behind notebooks, under niqabs, and within assemblies - their eyes met like stars colliding, softly. No love letters. No texting. Just glances. Just duas. Just fate. This is the story of Saliha, the wildflower in hijab 🌸 and Salih, the boy who smiled every time he saw her 🌙 A halal love story... Written not by hands, but by hearts. Guided not by ego, but by Allah. "If after 7 years you still feel the same, I'll tell Amma and Abba." And so she waited - and he stared.

A true story of heartbreak, surrender, and a love only Allah could write. She was engaged to someone else. But her heart whispered another name during sujood. At 21, Noor had never spoken to the boy she loved - not a single message, not a single glance exchanged. Yet her heart was tied to his adab, his salah, and the way he carried his deen. When her family arranged her engagement to someone else, she didn't rebel. She cried to the only One who writes hearts: Ya Rahman. This is a true story of heartbreak, patience, divine timing, and a miracle that only Allah could have authored. 💔 Spiritual heartbreak 🤲 A 3:17 AM du'a that changed everything 💍 A proposal written in the unseen Some love stories aren't chased. They're written... by the One who turns hearts.