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BOOK 1 RAYYAN MALIK: In the glittering world of business empires, where power and wealth often define respect, stands Rayyan Malik-a man of silence, precision, and unshakable discipline. At just twenty-eight, he is counted among the top businessmen of India. Known for his serious demeanor and sharp intellect, Rayyan is a man who has never been distracted by charm, beauty, or fleeting desires. To the outside world, he appears cold and distant, but in the quiet corners of his heart lives a secret-one that has been there since childhood. Hidden in his every prayer and in the depths of his unspoken wishes lies a single name: Aayat Malik. AAYAT MALIK: At twenty-two, she is the embodiment of warmth and innocence-bubbly, carefree, and unburdened by the weight of the world. She grew up under Rayyan's watchful eyes, completely unaware that she was the center of his silent devotion. Unlike him, she is not ambitious or extraordinary in academics; she is simple, often struggling through studies, yet her charm lies in her purity. Her mornings begin with prayer, her recitation of the Qur'an, and then a return to her beloved world of dreams. Fate, in its mysterious way, answers Rayyan's lifelong prayers when Aayat becomes his bride. But what begins as the fulfillment of his silent longing soon turns into a test of trust and faith. Rayyan's love, once sacred and unwavering, becomes clouded with doubt. His mistrust pushes him into decisions that will shatter Aayat's world. Surrounded by accusations, abandoned even by her family, Aayat finds herself standing alone, her tears unheard and her innocence questioned. Yet, what no one expects is the storm that brews within her heart-the strength she discovers in her solitude. Aayat's journey, from being misunderstood to redefining her place in the world, will leave everyone astonished. And in this clash of love, betrayal, and resilience, both Rayyan and Aayat will face the true meaning of faith, loyalty, and destiny.

~𝑨𝑺𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝒀𝑨𝑹~ 'My life, my rules, so guard yourself from flames of my rage because it will surely burn you apart°°° ~𝑭𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑳~ 'I fall but never gives up, i will stay strong until you truly breaks me apart°°° ✨✨✨ Faryal's gaze remained blank, her eyes fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't say anything else, just looked at him, her expression unreadable. Asfand's anger simmered, his frustration growing. "What happened today, Faryal?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Faryal's eyes didn't flicker, her gaze still fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't respond, just a slight flinch of her shoulder. Asfand's grip on the bedpost tightened, his knuckles white. "You're not going to say anything?" he growled. "You're just going to sit there, and pretend like everything is okay?" Faryal's eyes dropped, her shoulders slaking slightly. But she still didn't say anything. Asfand's laughter was cold, mirthless "You're good at this Faryal" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're good at pretending like nothing's wrong but I'm not buying it" Faryal's gaze snapped up, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of fear. But she still didn't say anything, just looked at him, her expression blank. Asfand's anger boiled over, his face twisting with rage. "Talk to me, Faryal!" he growled, his voice like thunder. "Tell me what's going on!" Faryal flinched, her eyes welling up with tears. But she still didn't say anything, just a slight shake of her head. Asfand's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to burn with a cold fury. "Fine" he said, his voice icy. "Have it your way" ✨✨✨ ~Two souls, two hearts broken to be mend by a second chance, lets dive in to explore the love taking a U-turn. ~Both don't ready to give chance for a second time but fate played well and wise marrying them off together. Stay tuned with Á$FÁÑD¥ÁR x FÁR¥ÁL Allah Hafiz!

Hello, It's a new story of Muslim couple Arshad and Zoya Arrange marriage Zoya utto fajr ka time ho raha hai , Zoya Zoya" she too wake up ." Haan 5 min aap fresh hoke utta dena" she again slept . "Zoya bas karo abb " "Mein bas baat kar Rahi thi aur aap ne ..ne "she was crying "Aacha aacha sorry na baby - wo bas office ka stress tha aur wo tum pe thoda nikal gaya sorry biwi" he said and kissed her cheeks Arshad pulled her into his arms while she was breathing heavily. "Pani chahiye?" He asked to which she nods. are you sore? He asked. "No why will I be? ...u were sooooo gentle with me " she said in sarcastic way. "Ohhh soo can we have another round then?" He asked. And for more details you have to read the story .

"How could you tell me when your all focus was on this freaking witch! When you should have paid attention to me! YOUR OWN WIFE! BUT NO YOU HAD ANOTHER SIDE CHICK FOR THAT!. DISGUSTING!" "ANAYA SHUTUP!" He marched towards me, full red in anger. "ASHER! DON'T!" I heard Daniyal bhai's demanding shout. "Ask her to get out of my sight!" He glared me. "Really? After everything you did to me. You want me to get out of your sight?" I mocked. "Yes or else you won't like what I will say next." I stared him. What a jerk he is.. ________________________________________ When young souls get tied into a knot together and that too incidentally, Asher would start to hate her but the Anaya always waits for him to be nice with her. But Asher's on and off behavior made Anaya tired and lose control and when she decided to end their relationship, Asher started to build feelings for her. But Anaya started to hate him more. How will they end up together when they never wanted to be in any kind of relationship in such a young age. let's see how Asher will treat her and how Anaya will tolerate him more.

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𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒃 𝐀 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟.. (𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐚😉) 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 𝐀𝐧 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫... »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? ♥

Ayzel Khan was never the obedient kind- chubby, loud, childish by choice, sharp-tongued by nature, living life between laughter, chaos, and unfinished textbooks. Marriage was the last thing on her list... especially with him. Captain Zarrar Khan lived by rules- discipline in his veins, silence in his authority, control in every breath he took. Love was a distraction. Marriage was a responsibility. And Ayzel? She was everything he despised and couldn't ignore. When elders decide their nikah on Eid, consent becomes optional and fate turns cruel. Bound by blood, forced by tradition, and trapped under one name, they enter a marriage neither of them wants. "I didn't marry you because I love you, Ayzel. But now I'm your husband and once something is mine- I don't let it be taken." "You can cage my name, Captain... but if you think you own my soul, you'll have to destroy me first." But hatred has a dangerous habit. It blurs lines. It steals breaths. And sometimes... it turns into something far more terrifying than love.

This is a Story of Her hate and his love. It's a war between hate and love... Saad loved only and only Rimsha but Rimsha loved only and only Maaz. It's a war between two hearts which got connected by the bond of Nikkah. A bond which can mend any heart.... But.... That was Rimsha's heart, which wasn't as soft as wax but hard as a rock. ============= "Rimsha" She was stopped by Saad's call, and turned to saw him, his back was facing her, and he didn't bother to turned to saw her "Now what is remaining?" She asked with tear filled eyes and shaking voice. "Agar aaj Jaogi to wapas aane ke sare raaste band karke jaogi, soch samajh kar fesla karna" Saad said while crushing the remaining piece of his cigarette, and turned to look at her. (If you go today, you will close all the paths to come back, decide wisely) "Tumne to hamesha fesle hi sunaye hain, pehle shadi karne ka, ab shadi khatam karne ka. Tumhe Mere fesle ki kya zarurat hai?" Rimsha said while going towards side table of bed to drew out her car keys (You have always told the decisions, first to get married, now to end the marriage. Why do you need my decision?) "Lekin is baar fesla tumhara hai" Saad said without looking at her and her eyes shaded some tears, which she suddenly wiped. (but this time decision is yours) "I.. I'm going" She said in hushed tone and grabbed the handle of her suitcase to step out from the room. ''Tumhe divorce papers aur tumhara mehr jald hi mil jayega" Saad said while closing his eyes and clenching his hands in fists. (You will receive your dower and divorce papers soon) "I w-will wait for the same" she said with shivering voice and open the door and stepped out. ================ Will Saad got success in mending her heart or that's too late? Read the whole story to know everything =================

An indian girl wakes up in a body of muslim girl . And she start her journey and where she experience family love , cousin fights and also find her soulmate . Aleena ( after transmigration ) is a sweet , bubbly , cheerful , daring , beautiful , smart girl . She daddy's girl . Ahad Mustafa Khan is an eldest son in khan family . He is very dominant , cold , possessive , has angry issues . Infact his elders too fear from him . Whatever he says are like orders from God . No one opposes him . He love his family but can't show any emotions due to his cold nature . Let's see how their journey begins . 🥰🥰

Isn't it amazing these two words " I do " simply change your life right from the moment you say. Your life takes on a different route but you aren't alone because to make that journey beautiful you have your partner now. You don't know when " I " becomes " We ". These words that are powerful enough to change one's life forever. Haider Reza Ibrahim is a 28 years old young CEO of the R Group companies and Corporation. He is devilishly handsome, rich, hot as hell and sexy as some Greek God. He is one of the youngest multi billionaire and most eligible bachelor in US comes to Pakistan on his dad's request. He is a type of guy that every girl would fall for. He is very much possessive, when it comes to his things. He is arrogant, rude, stone hearted and does not have feelings for anyone! For him his family matters only and no one else. Haaniyah Malik is a 23 years old beautiful, smart, gorgeous, loving, jovial and a bit clumsy girl. Only daughter of Waqas Malik, the apple of his eyes. At the age of five she lost her mother. For her, her dad is her world, her everything. She can do anything for him. She is brought up in London and soon going to join the University of London. So what would happen when this stone hearted business tycoon, Haider Reza Ibrahim would cross paths with a beautiful charming girl Haaniyah Malik. Sparks are bound to fly with lots of magic, humor, jealousy, anger, possessive, hatred in the air. This is not your typical cliche arranged marriage story, or a love marriage story or a forced marriage story. This is something more than that. Note - It may be an Indian Muslim love story but there is nothing that a non-indian will not understand. So dear non-indian Muslim readers do give it a try and you will not be disappointed.

When your best friend becomes your husband, falling in love should be easy... right? --- Humairah Abdur-Rahman has just finished her master's degree in Medical Microbiology in New York University and can't wait to return to her family in Nigeria, excited to see what life has in store. Marriage is next on her mind, which is why she agrees to the arranged match her parents have planned. Farhan Ademola Hassan has everything he could ever want: a stable career as an architect at a prestigious firm, the Quran memorized by heart, and a quiet love for the girl he's known all his life. The only thing he doesn't have is the courage to tell her how he feels. So when he learns Humairoh is returning to Nigeria, he sees his chance; and asks for her hand before she even arrives. Humairah thought she was coming home to meet someone she might grow to like and marry, unaware that the suitor is her childhood friend; the same boy she once secretly loved before he unknowingly broke her heart by mentioning another girl. But starting married life with your best friend isn't as easy as it sounds--especially when the husband is figuring out how to be the perfect husband, and the wife is trying so hard to fall in love all over again with the man who was once just her best friend. --- Perfect for fans of Uzma Jalaluddin's Ayesha at Last, S.K. Ali's Love from Mecca to Medina, Kainat Azhar's Journey to Hidayah, and Huda Al-Marashi's Love in Hijab

Zayden Khan - 28, the powerful and ever-controlled heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on rules, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - but behind those calm eyes hides a storm he never lets out. Especially when it comes to her. Arshiya Shaik - 18, the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - and unknowingly, claimed by one man since childhood. Bound by a nikah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence - yet tied by something deeper than blood. She was his peace... And he, her unspoken possession. Humiya_writez

"Tum type kyu kr raho ho??bol nhi sakte kya?"She said in a mocking tone but the guy again smiled. To her surprise he nodded in agreement with her statement which made her feel bad. "Tum bol nhi sakte?"She whispered and he nodded his head at that. __________________________ "What are we Maahi?"He signed as he questioned her the thing he was having a doubt about. What were they? Maahi stared at him with a blank face,not understanding why he was asking this so suddenly. "Mein tumhare calls nhi utha raha tha toh tum yaha tak aa gayi bina waqt ki parwah kiye,what does this make us"He asked in sign language wanting an answer from her because his mind was blocked right now. "We are friends"She said slowly as if not sure what she was saying was correct. Kabir looked at her and then nodded his head at her words. She said it,they were friends,he doesn't needs to think otherwise now. _____________________________ "Maahi"Nargis Chachi said and I nodded my head at that. "Mashallah naam toh bht pyaara h"Mehek chachi said. "Sirf naam se kisi ke baare mein pata nhi chal jaata"Dadijaan said and I sighed. I know it is going to be difficult to convince her. "Woh bht acchi ladki h Dadijaan"I signed and she just stared at me and didn't say anything. "Ladki kya krti h??"Nargis Chachi asked when nobody said anything. "Apne parivaar ka karobaar sambhalti h"I signed and Dadijaan raised her eyebrows hearing that. "Kaam krne wali ladki h?"Dadijaan asked and I nodded my head at that. "Aur woh musalmaan nhi h,Hindu h"I signed and waited for the dam to brake now. Dadijaan had her hand to her mouth now as if this has surprised her beyond wits.All the ladies were shocked and so were the gents this time. _______________________________ Join Kabir and Maahi on their journey from being strangers to passionate lovers and eventually a married couple. Be with them to know their journey and the difficulties they faced during this.

𝑨𝑹𝒁𝑨𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑹𝒁𝑨 (27) A man built in shadows - ruthless, dominant, and terrifyingly calm. His past is stained with something dark... something that shaped him into a person who never bends, never trusts, and never lets anyone close. People fear him not because of what he says, but because of what he can do in silence. 𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑲 (18) Soft, quiet, and born in a world far gentler than the one she's about to enter. Innocence clings to her like a second skin, yet life is preparing her for a darkness she never imagined. She doesn't know it yet - but her fate is going to test everything she thinks she is. 𝙎𝙐𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀 Two opposites. Two worlds. Two pasts neither can escape. When their paths collide... something dangerous awakens. But is it destruction... or destiny? 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 This isn't a cute romance - it's a dark, intense, revenge-driven mafia story filled with secrets, power, and mystery.

He stopped believing when love took everything from him. She never stopped believing, even when the world tried to erase her. Alexander Knight is a man carved by loss and control. At thirty-two, he owns a global empire, commands boardrooms, and lives by one rule: never need, never love, never trust. Faith abandoned him the night his mother died, and desire he believes destroys everything it touches. Ayzal Khan walks into his world quietly. At twenty-one, veiled and unwavering, she carries her belief with dignity in a world that judges before it listens. After years of being dismissed for her faith, she joins A.K. Holdings not knowing the man at its head or the walls he has built to survive. Their paths cross not through romance, but restraint. Through unspoken tension, professional boundaries, whispered rumors, and silences heavier than words. As Alexander begins to question everything he once rejected, and Ayzal learns that faith sometimes demands patience over answers, both are forced to face the parts of themselves they buried long ago. But healing comes at a cost. Families interfere. Rumors spread. Distance is imposed. And when duty pulls them apart, longing reveals truths neither was prepared to admit. This is not a story of forbidden desire. It is a story of reverence. Of slow-burning faith. Of a man who must learn to bow before he learns to love. A deeply emotional Islamic romance about grief, redemption, and the courage it takes to believe again.

This is the second season of My Moonlight. A islamic love story. " She took my soul with her, I have waited for her for 15 years, I can't let her go like this, this time." He said while looking at the moon. " Ya Allah only one last chance, I have wasted my life but please one last chance, Ya Allah."

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He kept people at a distance not because he didn't care, but because he didn't trust himself not to hurt them. His past wasn't just behind him it lived in him in every silent stare, in every prayer whispered between clenched teeth. They called him cold. Rude. Emotionless. But they never saw how he bowed in sujood when no one was watching. They didn't know he feared no one but Allah, or that he carried his pain like a prayer quiet, unspoken, and constant. She was 22. Soft-hearted. Full of light. A girl who smiled at strangers, believed in destiny, and loved with a heart untouched by this world. To her every soul deserved warmth. They were never supposed to meet. Yet Allah is the best of planners. A marriage written not by desire, but by destiny. Two strangers one carrying darkness, the other carrying light. She didn't ask to heal him. He didn't expect to change. But hearts don't choose who they beat for and sometimes, the most broken man is the one Allah softens only for the one women meant for him. This is not a love story of roses and promises. it is a story of patience, destiny, and a love written in the unseen. Because sometimes... A SOUL IS MEANT TO MELT STONE not with touch but with the peace it brings...

Afeefah Ahmed, a young and beautiful girl, who's only 18 years old,gets engaged right before her high school graduation, she is a girl of good morals, and doesn't disrespect her parents by saying no.As time flies its time for her wedding.She doesn't know what to expect after getting married because she doesn't even know this unknown man besides his name, which is Ali. Ali Khan is a young and loving man towards his brother,sisters and parents.A young bachelor that just got his degree and know got his dream job as a doctor at UCSF. His parents are very proud of his success and know want him to marry him to their best friends daughter who also is majoring after high school to be a medical assistant. Will they be married?Will they have a happily ever after? Read the book to find out

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗿-𝗲-𝗗𝗶𝗹~ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 Iztiraar-e-Dil Completed Soz-e-Dil Completed Fareib-e-Dil Upcoming Read the contents for more details. Pictures and some quotes DO NOT belong to me and the copyright goes to the original people.