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Ongoing, First published Mar 18, 2020
"Miss Asmah..." 

His voice sounded the softest when he called her name, his heart beat the loudest when he witnessed her smile. As his hazel brown, sunlight orbs, stay fixed on hers, he realized how beautiful she seemed to him. 

How much had her smile, that one wide smile, that shined like the sun when it was the brightest, impacted him. 
It filled his heart with the happiness he never knew he had hidden deep within him. The rays coming out of her eyes, that were as green as the grass that he stood on, made his lips stretch its corners to the height he never knew he could reach.

All these feels, coming from the girl in front of him, that was as light as a feather, and as fierce as the new ignited fire, with a noor on her face that gleamed, radiating the warmth he never knew he needed. But why? Why did the twenty four year old man feel so about her? 
The answer to it was simple, though he was oblivious about it. That the hazel-eyed hearthrob, had fallen for the emerald-eyed sweetheart in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I, I wasn't myself when I did that...please...forgive me Miss Asmah." 

But his life changed, when one night, he took his mask off, as the monster inside him was getting suffocated. And now, to his dismay, he stood in front of the green eyed, fragile girl who sobbed internally, tears of guilt and regret filled in the same eyes which once only displayed happiness to him. While he stood in front of her, staring dead at the floor. Why? Why did he do it? Why did he remove his mask?

And now, would she love him the same? Or step back, shaken by the consequence she would have to face if she got any closer?
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BOOK#2 OF THE SERIES 'Disguised souls in a Disguised world.'
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They say some hearts recognize each other before eyes ever meet. Before I knew your name, my soul had already whispered it in sujood. Before I saw your face, my heart had painted it in every quiet moment of longing. And when fate finally let our paths cross, it felt less like meeting you... and more like remembering you. Alayna Shaikh Warm-hearted and quietly steadfast, Alayna carries a sincerity that lingers long after her smile fades. Raised in a small Pakistani village steeped in tradition, her childhood was wrapped in familiarity and faith. But at ten, everything changed when her family moved to Qatar, a world of opportunity that came with its own quiet ache. When the noise of adjustment grew heavy, Alayna found solace in faith. She pursued Islamic Studies in South Africa, spending eight years away from home years that shaped her into a woman of depth, grace, and unshakable belief. Now back in Qatar, she finds her thoughts drawn to someone she has never truly known a presence that lingers in her heart like a prayer unanswered. Aamir Al Qasim Born into privilege and legacy, Aamir's life was carved by expectation. With piercing hazel eyes that hold both warmth and restraint, and a calm strength that speaks louder than words, he embodies the balance between confidence and humility. Despite the ease of wealth, he guards himself against pride, anchoring his soul in the remembrance of Allah. But when a fleeting encounter with a modest young woman stirs something within him something he cannot name nor dismiss, Aamir finds himself haunted by her absence. He searches for her everywhere, yet destiny seems to keep her just beyond reach. When two souls are written for each other, time bends, hearts ache, and prayers begin to take shape. Will fate finally weave Alayna and Aamir's paths together or will the unseen tests of life pull them apart before they ever truly meet?