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"I told you," she said, pushing herself from the wall, her face now inches from his. "Fashion and graphic design? They don't mix."
"We'll just have to see about that," he grinned even wider, standing his ground.
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silence. +martinus gunnarsen+
she looked at me with those deep hazel eyes. i knew she was screaming on the inside, yet nothing was coming out.Concluída
TAUHIDA ✔️
"Have you no heart?" He stopped. Sayf turned abruptly to face her, feeling as every word she spoke got to his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh. "Are perhaps mentally impaired?" he asked again trying to be clear. "If I was I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. Yes, he insulted her but that was the least of her problems. She will have to avenge at a more convenient time later. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Stop challenging me" she said holding her waist with both hands. He hissed and started walking away majestically. He was so done wasting his words on her. Tauhida groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "Koh dutse ne kai albarka" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and atria is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️Concluída
Leave me alone.
"If you like me as you say you do, why would you hurt me?," I said looking in her eyes. She looked defeated. "I don't know," she said. I sighed and walked back home.Concluída
INSHALLAH
A short story. Two People. Ex-bestfriends. One is a doctor, Another is the hospital MD. She can't wait to shoot him with words, he can't stop her from doing anything. He feels responsible and she's the most irresponsible person you'll find. She wants to go away and he'll do everything in his power to keep her close He can't look away from her and Well, she can't look away too. What happens when time tests them? Make them ache for each other? But it's not sparks which flow in air, it's thier words and hidden pain, so how will the journey be. let's check it out ourselves. ✿ "You got 5 minutes. After that I want you to drop me back home because I'm nowhere near to drive after working 22 hours straight ofcourse as my boss because you can't loose such a good doctor in a car accident, Now can you?" His body stiffened, eyes darkened with anger "I was joking Mady. I really need sleep" she stated sheepishly, muffling a yawn. "Okay. I'll do now sit back here" He pointed to the couch and she immediately plopped down again. Eyes closing down with fatigue. "Did you have a proper meal?" he asked picking his received. "If you call three bites of a sandwich and eleven cups of coffee a meal then I did have one" she yawned, leaning back against the backrest. "You're addicted to caffeine" he mumbled, ordering something for them both in his cabin. "Can you stop mumbling under your breath? I'm already trying hard not to dose off here" she said with drooping eyes. "You really flip Sana Qureshi, one second you were fighting now you can't sit straight. Will you be normal anytime soon?" He mocked. "I'll someday Inshallah" she grinned sleepily. He sighed "Inshallah"Concluída
Of Fears and Tears
A #FebFiasco entry for my San Fuego Family. "He just sat there looking at her. She just stayed there, smiling at him. "Concluída
His Not so Innocent Tutee ✔️
'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.Concluída
•••𝔐€ℜ€ Á𝔍ÑÀẞΕ••✓
~ ¥ÚHÁÂÑ ~ "Don't mess with me, I can destroy you even before the blink of your EYE°°° ~ Á¥ZÁL ~ "Don't waste your words on people who deserve your SILENCE°°° ✨✨✨ "Get out of my sight, i don't want to see your face" saying this, he turned his face to the other side. His jaw was clenched, his hands were in a fist and his blank eyes were staring into nothingness. I stood there for a whole 1 minute for him to stop me, to hold me in his secure embrace, to clean my teary face but my wishful thinking shattered into millions of pieces when he didn't even passed me a single glance. Turning away with a heavy heart and teary eyes, i walked out of the hospital corridors. Leaning against the cold wall, a heart wrenching sob left my mouth. As soon as i closed my eyes, our lovely moments flashed in my eyes to make me snap open my eyes. Taking some deep breaths to stable my breathless breathing, i looked up in the sky, a silent plead left my mouth. "Ya Allah!" ✨✨✨ She was known as the pond lily, so innocent yet so feisty Whereas he was known as the wildflower, wild and destruction itself. What will happen when she will be hired to be his twin's nanny and What will happen when she will be forced to be in a contract marriage of 6 months with the beautiful blue eyed beast? Will there be a way out for her or will she be contracted with the monster for her entire life? Will he ever try to like 'Ayzal' despite his hatred towards women or she will be deprived of everyone's love yet...again? Then let's find out....Will she ever try to know him or he will remain an stranger to her and Will her innocence and feisty attitude tame the beast in him or not? Stay tuned with ¥ÚHÀÁÑ x Á¥ZÀL! Allah Hafiz!Concluída
ZARIAHTTY
⚠️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."Concluída
Double Edge Sword (Soukoku)
"It's either you let my surbordinates go or you see me die. So, what's your choice, Mafia boss?" The ginger was confident as he stood tall and proud in front of the brunette. The brunette clicked his tongue.Concluída
Raindrops between Us
"She hides behind hoodies and silence. He hides behind laughter and easy grins. Neither of them planned on the other - but maybe that's the point."
she looked at me with those deep hazel eyes. i knew she was screaming on the inside, yet nothing was coming out.
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