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He Gives And Forgives

sylvator-Luqman

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Reads 441
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Parts 6
Time 1h 42m

sylvator-Luqman

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"Muslims should not belittle or look down on people, Ayatullah. It is not our way.".                                                                                She leaned against the door, still panting from her sprint and shook her head vigorously. A few more strands of golden brown hair escaped her hair band and spilled out from the confines of her hoodie. She stared up at him in defiance, fury and desperation, not caring that she was yelling at her Sociology teacher. "They do it to us!".                                                                                                                                                        She expected exasperation, disapproval, anger even, but she most definitely wasn't prepared for the softening of his eyes or the hand that reached up to gently to swipe a stray leaf from the tip of her hood. His fingers accidently brushed against her forehead in the process, sending a swarm of butterflies exploding in her stomach.                                                                                                                                             "They are not our teachers.".All Rights Reserved

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**passage subject to slight change within the book** With his name slipping repeatedly from my lips as we lay tangled in each other's limbs, I ride the wave of a dark yet exhilarating high, throwing my head back to call out his name in one last, loud, unrestrained moan. ------------ A hand suddenly covers my mouth, silencing me, and my eyes snap open, catching the final moments of my muffled cry as I realise where I am; back in the familiar classroom. Faces turn towards me, wide-eyed and shocked, some with surprise, others with something more lecherous. The tingling around my mouth tells me exactly whose hand it is. "Interesting," the source of my desire comments, removing his hand from my mouth and leaning back in his chair behind his desk, phone out. Though he appears indifferent, I can sense the hint of amusement emanating from him. The vivid fantasy evaporates, but the aftereffects linger, leaving me hot and flustered. Still seated behind my desk, I struggle to catch my breath and process what just happened. The confusion doesn't last long before alarm sets in. His quick action saved me from further embarrassment, silencing my unintentional slip before it could get worse. The looks from my classmates confirm it; I moaned his name out loud, in class, without realising it. ------------ Yasmin had everything going for her: a perfect boyfriend, top grades, and a strong faith. Life was unfolding just as she planned, until HE transferred to her school. From the moment Zean arrived, Yasmin felt an unexplainable pull toward him. As tension mounts and secrets come to light, she begins to understand that Zean is no ordinary student. His dark, commanding presence isn't just a cool kid façade, and his arrival at Yasmin's school is for one specific purpose.

TAUHIDA ✔️ by Deedi--

He turned abruptly to face her, she was already getting on his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh."You don't get me, do you?" he asked again trying to be clear. "It is you that don't get me, if you did, I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Is that a challenge I hear?" she asked holding her waist with both hands. "Take it as you think of it" he voiced walking away majestically. she groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "He knows I can't, grumpy" 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 cuticles 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-- ❤️

Limits: love & Hate by mystic_world30

"In a world of shadows, she hid her true self, while he buried his emotions deep within. They were both running from the truth, yet unknowingly running toward each other." <No one notices your pain until it turns into anger, and then you're the bad person> __________________________________________________________________________ *SCENE* A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he strides towards me, his eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and desire. As he approaches, the crowd around us begins to quiet, sensing the tension in the air. I stood my ground, my posture stiffening as i noticed his intent. With a sly grin, he invades my personal space, towering over me, using his presence to unsettle me. "I see how much of a 'pick me' you are, let me fulfill your desire then" His voice drips with mockery and seduction as he taunts me, playing up the scene for the onlookers. Without warning, he leans in closer, his hand brushing against my waist in a bold, provocative gesture, trying to 'God knows what to do?' in front of the gathered students. The crowd murmurs, some watching with bated breath, others with amused curiosity. But before he can take it any further, my eyes flash with resolve. In one swift motion, I bring my fist up and lands a solid punch on his nose. "Argh" The impact is immediate-a sickening crunch followed by him staggering back, clutching his nose in shock and pain. Blood trickles down his face, and the hallway erupts into gasps and whispers. My gaze fierce as i glared at him, voice steady and cold. "Don't you dare try that ever again," i warned, turning on my heel and walking away, leaving to nurse his bruised pride and bloodied nose, while everyone watches in stunned silence, the tables turned in a way no one had expected. "You'll pay for this" I heard his fading voice, while walking away from everyone, a smirk formed on my face thinking 'well! I do have lots of money'. [Not edited]

HIS INNOCENT BRIDE by Petillant_Alba

"You need to know." His eyes were getting darker as his accent was getting thick. "Open them. Open them wide for me. Let's start your classes in which you will know who you belong to." He said as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down making my scream to echo in the silence of the room. INTRODUCTION Aysham Zubair, a nineteen year old girl with the positive attitude after everything she had gone through. She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl who got twisted with his fate after others' lies.

His Fixation by Miss_Scribbles111

Coercive relationships and immoral characters appear. Read at your discretion. OBSESSION AT FIRST SIGHT ⚠️🔞 It's the first time he has been craving someone like this. The urge to go mad if he doesn't hug her right away. Even though he hugs her every day and kisses her lips, his burning thirst for her is not satisfied. "Let me go. Let me go! I hate you!" "Why? Even if I'm hated, I'm going to make you mine." His cool face was filled with her vision. "That way, you won't think about running away and will stay next to me forever, right? Even if you hate me, I need you." He immediately overpowered her hand. The car was quiet as if a storm had been swept away. "I've said it before. Contrary to how you look, you have a quick temper." The finger that was rubbing her hair slipped. He continued, who gently wiped away her tears. "It's probably because I've never waited for anything in my life this badly."

The Woman Who Blasphemed by DanishAamir

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.

His Not so Innocent Tutee by winteratheart__

'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.

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UNSEEN SELF | ≛✅ by NCDCherry

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The Other Side

passage subject to slight change within the book With his name slipping repeatedly from my lips as we lay tangled in each other's limbs, I ride the wave of a dark yet exhilarating high, throwing my head back to call out his name in one last, loud, unrestrained moan. ------------ A hand suddenly covers my mouth, silencing me, and my eyes snap open, catching the final moments of my muffled cry as I realise where I am; back in the familiar classroom. Faces turn towards me, wide-eyed and shocked, some with surprise, others with something more lecherous. The tingling around my mouth tells me exactly whose hand it is. "Interesting," the source of my desire comments, removing his hand from my mouth and leaning back in his chair behind his desk, phone out. Though he appears indifferent, I can sense the hint of amusement emanating from him. The vivid fantasy evaporates, but the aftereffects linger, leaving me hot and flustered. Still seated behind my desk, I struggle to catch my breath and process what just happened. The confusion doesn't last long before alarm sets in. His quick action saved me from further embarrassment, silencing my unintentional slip before it could get worse. The looks from my classmates confirm it; I moaned his name out loud, in class, without realising it. ------------ Yasmin had everything going for her: a perfect boyfriend, top grades, and a strong faith. Life was unfolding just as she planned, until HE transferred to her school. From the moment Zean arrived, Yasmin felt an unexplainable pull toward him. As tension mounts and secrets come to light, she begins to understand that Zean is no ordinary student. His dark, commanding presence isn't just a cool kid façade, and his arrival at Yasmin's school is for one specific purpose.