Muslimlove Stories

🌌🌙 Liyana Aliz had loved Rayyan all her life - not loudly, but in silent prayers, buried deep in sujood. He was her cousin, her first love, her quiet heartbreak. A love she never touched, never tainted - always halal, always distant. When he finally heard her truth, he gently handed her heart back to Allah... asking Him to send someone who'd love her more than she ever loved him. Just when she tried to let go, when her hands were trembling with grief but lifted in surrender - a name she'd followed for years began to bloom in her story. Not in her world, but in her du'a. Mohammed Taym - a soul she didn't know, yet one who somehow felt written into the margins of her life. This isn't a story of moving on. This is a story of moving closer - to Allah, to love, to the one written in Qadr.

"She left love to find Allah. He found Allah... and discovered love." 𝐁𝐈𝐁𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑 - a girl who never searched for love... She searched for Allah. And somewhere along the way, He wrote love for her anyway. She is calm, composed, and deeply rooted in her Deen. She wears her modesty like a crown, and her silence like sabr. She teaches little hearts during the day... And gives hers to her Rabb every night. So when her nikah is arranged with a man she barely knows, she says yes. Not for fairy tales. Not for longing. But for peace. For her parents. For closure. For surrender to Qadr. But Qadr had a different story. Because on the other side of that nikah...is 𝐀𝐁𝐔 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀𝐋-𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐙. Quiet. Grounded. Disciplined. He doesn't speak unless necessary - not from pride, but purpose. Marriage, to him, was never about roses or rituals. It was amanah - a sacred trust. A vow between hearts and Allah. He didn't marry to fall in love. But then... there was her. --- They don't fall. They grow. Softly. Gently. Like peace after prayer. Like the pause between two ayahs. Their love doesn't begin in loud moments - It begins in silence. In barakah. --- This isn't a love that burns quickly. It's a love that stays. With adab. With restraint. The kind of love that brings you closer to Allah before each other. Because sometimes, it's not love that brings you to Him - It's Him who brings you to the right kind of love. --- This isn't a story of falling. It's a story of rising. Of sujood. Of sabr. Of two people who learn to love - with limits. With loyalty. With light. Of choosing Deen... and finding both love and peace. Two hearts. One Qadr. One destination... Allah. --- From heartbreak to healing, From dunya to Deen - This is a story of " 𝐃𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤 "

"what did I just hear?!"Mr Rasheed asked and Kameela lips start quivering "I swear dad,I didn't do anything I didn't seduce him, I don't know what happened and how I ended up in the bed naked beside him,I didn't drug him"Kameela said bursting into tears,she felt her world falling apart "You liar! How dare you do this to my fiance! How dare you try to steal my man you pervert, Abdulazeez is the most humble man I ever met"Mansurah yelled trying to pull Kameela's hair but Zaeem pull her back "Dad please you have to believe me,I will never stoop so low to do that to any man,I hate him so much that I can't even stand him,I will I ever think of doing such to him"Kameela plead her eyes turning into a shade of red "Well I don't know what to believe anymore and I'm in no support for abortion,you're going to leave with Abdulazeez from today onward"Mr Rasheed said and Mr Akram nodded in agreement, the two men were tired and don't know what to believe anymore "What?!"Kameela and Abdulazeez yelled at thesame time and their eyes fell on eachother, Abdulazeez's eyes suddenly changed into a sight of hatred and disgust,on seeing this Kameela swallowed and she knew her life can be never be thesame again Ever heard about hate at first sight? Kameela and Abdulazeez hate each other the very first time they set their eyes on eachother but life have tricks of bringing two people together as soon Kameela was made to know life is not all about how it seems and Abdulazeez feeling a great emotion he never thought he could feel Join me as I reveal a tale of an ebira girl who's life is about to take another course......

Aira never wanted romance. She wanted residency, respect, and a life built on faith - not fantasy. Until a rain-soaked night shift introduced her to Dr. Zayan Mirza, the man who looked composed but held chaos in his chest. Their love grows not in haste, but in softness - chai shared at 3 A.M., stolen glances across ECG monitors, duas whispered instead of confessions. When Nikkah comes, it isn't the climax - it's the beginning. This is not a love story where hearts fall recklessly. It's where two souls fall correctly. A gentle Muslim romance with hospital nights, shy smiles, and a forever built one prayer at a time. AIRA ANSARI • Age: 24 • Profession: MBBS Resident / ER Medical Officer • Personality: calm yet sarcastic, intelligent, emotionally soft but strong, observant, values modesty & growth • Arc: learns to embrace love without losing herself - love as support, not replacement • Weakness: overthinks, hides her feelings • Strength: empathetic, hardworking, spiritually grounded ZAYAN MIRZA • Age: 28 • Profession: Cardiologist / Senior Medical Resident • Personality: composed, sharp intellect, calm exterior with suppressed depth, protective but respectful • Arc: allows himself to feel, to be vulnerable, to choose softness without fear • Weakness: shuts down emotions to avoid pain • Strength: loyal, gentle leader, emotionally safe partner Together they grow - not perfect, but aligned. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Known as "Love that hurts 💔" before. ❝ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐧❞ ❝ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❞ I dedicate this book to ❝𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞.𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.❞ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── In a heart-wrenching tale of unrequited love, a young girl finds herself deeply devoted to a man from the tender age of nine. Despite her unwavering affection, he harbors nothing but disdain for her, influenced by the bitter grudge his sister holds against her. Driven by a desire for vengeance, he callously marries the girl, intending to inflict upon her the same pain his sister endured. Despite her boundless love, the man remains cold and indifferent, callously disregarding her sacrifices and devotion.His heart, hardened by resentment and bitterness, remains impervious to her love, leaving her shattered and irreparably broken. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── This story is about rumi siddique who is nothing but a sweetheart who can't deny anyone in need of help. But her goodness didn't get a prince Charming instead a devil disguise in a well mannered man, zayan a heartless bastard y gentleman for his sister and mother. What is the reason behind his hate? Who can hate a sweet girl like rumi? Is it hate or a well planned scheme? Will he fall in love with her while revenging or will it be too late to realise the truth?

13th century- The Middle East. In the heart of the Arabian desert, Princess Laila of Al-Shujae faces an impossible choice. Beyond her city walls stands an army ready to attack on command. Their only proposition? Marriage. The fate of two tribes lies in her hands, and the ruthless warrior of Al-Muharibun will stop at nothing to succeed.

𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆... 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓.

Some love stories don't end with goodbye- they end with silence. The Girl Who Stayed follows Iman, a young woman caught between who she used to be and who she is becoming. When the man she once loved-quietly, deeply, and completely-chooses a life that doesn't include her, Iman is forced to confront a truth she spent years avoiding: sometimes, love isn't enough. As the world watches her heartbreak unfold in whispers and headlines, Iman retreats into herself, navigating loss, faith, and the fragile process of healing. But just when she begins to rebuild, life places her in an unexpected path-one that challenges her beliefs about love, strength, and what it truly means to stay. Told with raw emotion and quiet intensity, this story explores: * the pain of unchosen love * the weight of silence in relationships * the beauty of healing through faith and self-discovery Because sometimes, the strongest thing a person can do... is not to chase love- but to stay, and find themselves instead. #arewaromance #muslimlove #slowburn #heartbreak #nigerianstories

Mahad Ahmed Duale and Ayaan Ibrahim Elmi do a lot of things well. But falling in love? Yeah, right. Tennis royalty like them do not have the time nor desire such futile endeavors. At least not once more. While some claim that the two are alike in some aspects, as they both compete under the same flag, any and all similarities end right there. Mahad is a wiz on the hardcourts, while Ayaan thrives on clay court. He's known for his notoriously brutal serves that practically slice his opponents in half. She's known for her unforgiving topspins that are virtually impossible to return, let alone counter. They are about as compatible as oil and water. But after a decision made by their tennis federation lands them each a spot in a mixed doubles match in the Australian Open, a uncomfortable shared past they'd rather forget begins to rear its ugly head...

𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙊𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 ... کہتے ہیں جیسے محبت کے لیے ایک نظر کافی ہے اسی طرح نفرت کے لیے ایک لمحہ کافی ہے ۔یا وہ لمحہ اس نفرت کو ختم کرنے کے لیے کافی 𝙄 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨... -𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙯𝙖 میں جس نے بچپن سے لے کر اب تک صرف محبت ہی دیکھی ہے اور صرف محبت کی امید رکھی ہے اور کبھی نہیں جانتا تھا کہ نفرت کیا ہوتی ہے۔ - حورین مرزا 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚... لیکن جب کیا ہوگا جب وہ انجانے مائی ہی اپنی پہلی محبت سے نفرت کرنا لگے گا

Heyy Muslim sisters! :D So I've first made this #MuslimLove fiction in a French version (Anahide Chehab), but I wanted to make one in English too :) Hope you'll all enjoy xxx -Nour xxx

Samha might have been small in size but she had enough feistiness in her for the entire female population, add that to her striking fulani features and the men just get drawn! With struggling to find where her affection belongs against social norms, Samha finds her heart meshed between two very different men. Will she be able to handle them both or will she choose one over the other..... And who? Follow me on Samha's journey where her heart experiences eclipse and find out whether the sun or the moon wins or will there just be darkness!!!

Prince Malik is a Prince of Saqr. A handsome, intelligent, rich and soon to be King of his country. People said that Prince used to get what he wanted. But truthfully it's not, that's what he said. Why? If he used to get what he wants then how come he can't seem to get the only girl in the world that can make his heart pound like crazy? Join Prince Malik on his journey on making the girl he loves fall for him. Sounds cheesy? Oh please I am a hopeless romantic person so please bear with me. Don't forget to vote, comment and follow me. It means so much to me. Dianalovesdiane ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Broken But Believing" "He caught her for two seconds... then let her fall." She hit the ground. He straightened his collar. "Still counts," he said. Three boys. Two brothers and their best friend. Mafia in secret. Legends in silence. Gentlemen in public. They don't believe in showing emotions- And one of them doesn't even believe in Allah anymore. Three girls. Two sisters and their best friend. Haunted by their past. Shattered by their family. They don't believe in love- And one of them doesn't even believe she deserves to exist. They weren't meant to meet. But fate isn't polite, and chaos never knocks. Now, these six lives are tangled in fights, secrets, emotional scars, late-night arguments, and tension so thick it could snap. Love isn't the plan. But it's coming anyway. Slow. Sharp. Dangerous. In a world full of wounds, will they ever believe again- in love, in each other, or in themselves? • Slow-burn mafia × romance • Comedy, emotional healing, and desi chaos • Three love stories. One broken beginning. 🔔 Updates every 3-4 days TW: Mentions of trauma, emotional abuse, and violence (non-graphic)

She didn't fall in love - she remembered him. Born under Gemini skies in Hyderabad, Aara lives a quiet life filled with medical dreams and soulful silences. Until Zavian Al-Rami, a reclusive heir carrying a broken legacy, sees her in a bookstore - and everything begins to shift. He doesn't believe in destiny. She doesn't believe in attention. But fate has its own memory. In a world of hidden empires, whispered prayers, and a love that rewrites them both, The Girl is a story of two souls who didn't collide - they reunited.

A trip to the memory lane. For you. With love ❤️.

~Forever we will hold our hands, together we will face every battle "FOREVER TOGETHER" ' This is a story of '' A practicing Muslimah She fights for what she believes in She works hard toward a goal without giving up. She is friendly and cares about the needs of others. She makes decisions that benefit others more than herself. She is benevolent, Amicable, Affectionate and diplomatic And she is '' SARA AHMED '' _____________________. He is very passionate about his work He is ambitious and driven He is high tempered He is highly organized He is a son whom all mothers wish for He is a legend He is '' ZAIN AMIR '' __________ ~wanna know what happened in their life??? CLICK READ 👆

Amina never wanted a marriage chosen for her. Zayd never believed in arranged anything, not love, not emotions, not destiny. To both of them, the marriage was nothing but a business alliance between families. Two strangers. Two wounded hearts. One Nikah neither of them asked for. They planned to tolerate each other. Live silently. Stay out of each other's way. And wait for the months... maybe years to pass. But Allah has His own way of turning hearts. When unexpected moments force them to see each other beyond assumptions... When quiet kindness replaces cold distance... When du'as whispered separately begin to align... Amina and Zayd slowly discover that sometimes the stories we run from are the ones written for us long before we were born. A slow-burn, halal, emotional journey about Qadr, healing, and two souls learning to trust Allah and each other. ✨ Because when Allah writes a story, even broken beginnings can turn into the sweetest endings.

I dont believe in love She uttered Let me prove you wrong sweetheart He confidently said with a wink What do you mean ?? Are you by any chance in love with me She chuckled in love ?? I am obsessed with you But i will never force you to be my girl but don't think i am going to give up , i am ready to become your fictional man who can't even think straight without you , a man who worship the ground you walked on if the books you read have all the romantic gestures that makes you swoon , then i will study them like a student preparing for exam ........................................................................ 𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝒗𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑼𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒏𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒉𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 , 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒖 ? 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒇𝒛 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 ! 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂 , 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒊 ?? She began to cry out ...........................................................

Shehryaar left his home towards an unknown turn which led him to fall, literally down the valley and metaphorically for the girl who became his home. Dive in to this short story for good movements, a lot of smiles, some tears and heart full of love. ******* "Qubool hai," he said without missing a beat. It was her chance now, to speak the words which will seal her life with him. "Do you, Azeen bint Habib take Shehryaar bin Firoz as your husband to love, support, and cherish?" Qazi repeated his question one last time. And, she felt like the world stop. ********* Completed