When he gets closer to her, she leans back in her chair. "Don't worry, you're not my type" he smirks as he stands up. "Alhamdulillah" she said with a smile as she looked up at him. His smirk had vanished. Nurin Areesa is a hijab-wearing Muslim girl. She is kind and modest, and she treats everyone with respect. She recently received her master's degree in architecture from college. Harraz Khan is a multibillionaire who owns his own business. He's a jerk, a playboy, and he switches girlfriends every day. He despises hijab-wearing women. Nurin, on the other hand, shows up for an interview dressed modestly and wearing a headscarf! (Under editing) (This story is Fanfiction )

Her heart was beating so fast and her stomach ached so bad. She knew this was it, this was her fate being sealed. " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " It would be weird to ask the Imam a question like " Hey look. There was a really nice old friend of my dad's pestering me to be his third wife and I didn't want to go to Ogbomosho and his proposal came along and everything kinda rushed from there, so does that mean I was in my sane mind when I said...yes?" Surely some level of insanity meant she wasn't sure, right? Must the question be a yes or no answer? Can't it just be a maybe? Something along the lines of ' maybe I'll marry him 'cuz my heart is kinda telling me to but my brain's answer isn't forthcoming?' Wait...does that even make any sense? " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " She hadn't had breakfast but she felt like she downed a whole packet of laxatives with the way her stomach danced weirdly. " Zhulfah... " " Yes! Yes! Yes! I do! I do!" She said a bit too loudly into the mic, and was instantly filled with regret. She heard her best friend chuckle lightly behind her and she wanted nothing more than to give her a good beating. She glanced over at her husband to be in a few minutes, and her face heated up when she caught him smiling amusingly. " I mean", She cleared her throat. " I do...accept him as...as..my husband." " Well, I think I'll have to speed up the event and legalize these two", The Imam joked and the whole congregation burst into laughter. Zhulfah's face warmed up several degrees, and she was so sure her face would be burnt before the end of that day with the way she was blushing to a severe degree. The Imam was still laughing, and she knew it won't look like a joke much longer if she had a scissors to his beard.

|COMPLETED| "Hey?" "Yeah?" "I got a question." Smiling, I looked down at him. He was seated on the couch, comfortably reclining like a king. "What if I fall in love with you before he asks you to marry him?" I started laughing at his silly question and missed the way he looked at me. "Oh. Don't tease me! You don't like me like that. You only proposed to me to help make him jealous!"

Some incidents of laughter, some thoughts of tears, some quaint experiences and some deep musings of my life. I guess they speak about my crazy love for Him... Or maybe, just maybe, they reveal His beautiful love for me...?

Gener: Romance, Humour and Spritiual 'Did you kidnap me?' Sher asked another question and she nodded her head in yes proudly while smiling 'What the hell? Why you kidnap me?' Sher screamed angrily and she with a blank face stared back at him then slowly walked towards him then bend down and put her hands over the sides of chair and came to his eye level as they both were looking at each other. 'BECAUSE WE ARE GETTING MARRIED.' Nora said while putting pressure on each word and he shocked stared at her. Sher Musa is a famous Radio show Host. He is happy with his life with fame, money and Fans But then he have one crazy Fan, Nora Bismillah. Her life surrounded around him. She is immature 19 year old girl compare to him who was radio owner at the age of 28. She used to call him every night, leave chocolates on his door step and send flowers on his birthdays. With the time he start getting annoyed with her but he turned into her obsession, her love. #Romance #Fan #Craze #Humor

A host of a TV show tries to show how the superstitions effect normal day life in a form of interview .

He stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in General Fiction 9/15/17 81# in general Fiction on 9/30/17 59# 9/29/17.

'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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