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This is a story about zarah...... 

They called me flawless.

Because I smiled loud. Dressed bold. Walked like the world belonged to me.

But what they didn't know was that behind the confidence was a girl who had been bruised, broken, and pieced herself back together without anyone noticing.

My name is Zarah Bello. I'm 23. Muslim. Fulani. Born into privilege but raised in silence. I grew up learning how to behave, how to blend in, how to hide the loud parts of me. I learned to survive-not to live.

Until I met someone who saw me. Not the pretty image. Not the Instagram version. But the girl with past scars and quiet battles.

This is not a love story in the way you think. This is a journey of becoming. A story about a girl who was always told to be perfect-until she found the strength to be real.

I wrote this not for those who judge, but for those who hide. For every girl who's ever been told she was too much... or not enough.

You are both. And you are still worthy.

Welcome to my story.All Rights Reserved

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Scarred For Life by _najeeb_i

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫♡~ ( ᴏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ) by Mufasa008

╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

Lapaata Ishq by Everlastdreamer

"The cruelest thing about loving someone is that they can break your heart just by changing, and you'll still love the person they used to be." Have you ever felt invisible in your own family? I have. And it shaped everything about me. I'm Alina. I hate crowds, love my small circle, and believe Pakistani men just aren't for me. My future husband? He's definitely living in some other country. But there's one person I hate more than social gatherings-my perfect cousin Tehreem. She's everything I'm not. The ideal daughter who can cook, clean, and charm everyone while I'm busy building my business empire. Every time she visits, I disappear. I become the forgotten one. But this time, I had a plan. This time, I would make my brothers feel what I always felt-invisible. Then I saw him. Ahsan. My cousin who I barely remembered from childhood. Except now? He looked like he walked straight out of a magazine. Peak male beauty. Everything I thought didn't exist in Pakistan. So I made him a deal. Help me make my family see what it feels like to be overlooked, and I'll help him with whatever he needs. What started as revenge became something I never expected. We had to learn each other. We had to get close. And somewhere between the fake smiles and shared secrets, we found something real. He became my home. I became his. Until tragedy struck. His younger brother died in an accident, and the Ahsan I fell for vanished. The man who came back was hollow, broken, unreachable. But I knew the real him was still in there. I was determined to bring him back. Even if it destroyed me trying. We were both outcasts in this world. We found our place in each other's hearts. The problem? Sometimes love isn't enough to fix what's broken. This story is based on real events. In reality, it didn't have a happy ending. But this time, I'm writing the ending I deserved. The ending we both deserved.

Wanted to be loved (Islamic Story) by Delicate_crystals

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Deceptive Glitters ✅ by dblackvirgo

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Arranged Hearts: A Tale Of Unexpected Love by Mar_yam119

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Could you ever love a broken person? "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?