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case no 39

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'Right' bazil agreed on shahzaib 
'now she is going to be' bazil paused and thought for a moment 'your case no. Thirty nine' and zahid just shook his head on his bestfriends comments
Common now he is not that play boy, or is he?All Rights Reserved

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You, my Punishment (Islamic Story) by sssilentscreamsss

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

His Soul, My Heart ! ✔️ by iram_95

#Completed on 21/12/18 #1 LoveMarriage-29/3/21-18/4/21 #2 LoveMarriage-19/04/21-3/5/21 #7 LoveMarriage-18/01/22 #1 Mohabbat-27/3/19 #2 Mohabbat-14/3/19 & 6/1/20 #7 Mohabbat-16/1/20 #32 Hijabi-17/12/18 #46 Spiritual-24/4/18 #49 Spiritual-31/3/18 #1000 Friends-18/7/20 " Ammi, I want to talk about Iram and Ayaan " Afreen, Iram's best friend spoke. " What about them? " Ayesha, Ayaan's mother asked. " Did you notice the changed behavior of them?" Ayesha just nodded. She sat opposite Afreen and Sadiq. " I saw the silence between them. They are not like before... the childish ones. " Ayesha said. " Yes Ammi, even in the hospital, they are busy in themselves, not even eating lunch together. " Afreen said. " And even I heard that Ayaan is working for extra time. Maybe just to avoid Iram. " Sadiq said " And everyone is blaming Iram " Ayesha looked at her confused. " What do you mean by that? " Ayesha was shocked. " Ammi, everyone in the hospital is saying that she could have saved Ayaan without taking the bullet herself. If she had not taken the bullet, the baby could be alive " Afreen said. Ayesha looked hurt knowing that. She never thought that she would be blamed for saving her husband. Yes at that time, maybe she couldn't think of saving him with any other plan, but at least, she saved. ....... " I want the baby, with or without your will " Ayaan to Iram after an incident ....... Well... Well... Well... Have you guys ever thought of your future life? your future husband/wife? or your Prince Charming/ Princess? Have you ever imagined how your marriage would take place? This story is all about my imaginary future life... I have imagined my future husband, my future life, and my marriage in this way. But have changed a few things ... To know my imaginary future life, just click the "Read" button and proceed... And if you want to share your imaginary future life then you can share in the comments or dm me.

His child (EDITING) by Ayshahmuhammad

~✨COMPLETED✨~ "you're not her" she yells at me and I sigh rubbing my forehead in frustration, "I'm not trying to be" I groan in exasperation, I regret following her "but you're marrying my father" she yells yet again ~ Did she really just slap me! I opened and closed my mouth unable to form reasonable words or a proper reaction. She steps further away from me, clearly surprised she did what she did but not at all remorseful. It doesn't take long for Zayd to waltz in looking for me, he quietly observes the both of us before speaking. "What's going on?" He asks slowly and I gulp unable to give a proper answer. Alina bolts back into the house and I stare at Zayd wordlessly "tell me" he grabs my shoulders. "She slapped me," I say softly and his concerned expression quickly morphs into that of pure anger. ***read to find out*** Best ranking #4 stepmother (June 2022) #3 compromise (June 2022)

Mystery: Unspoken truth by mishi144

Ayeza was a modern girl,a lawyer by profession,all bubbly,full of life without worries.Getting entangled into a mystery of puzzles wasn't on her list.Being at 25 she found herself getting married to a mysterious man whom she never met on her parents wish. while the new life awaits for her she found herself a case of a mysterious murder of a young girl who was found dead in her apartment without a single lead.will she solve the case or will she'll throw herself into an even bigger mess? Do read the story to found out what mysteries awaits for ayeza! .................................... "I'm sorry" he said and I was furious at him now. "You're sorry? You ain't sorry. Nor you ever will be because you don't even know what that even mean." I spat at him controlling myself not to lash at him before I could get my answers from him. "Why did you do that to me? Why you played me?" I asked my voice breaking in middle. "I had my reasons." He replied shortly. "Don't you dare give me that crap. You are going to tell me everything right now or I'm going back to Pakistan and asking for divorce from you" I spat back at him. "Please calm down Ayeza. I'll tell you my every reason. But you need rest right now. We'll talk later" he said trying to touch my hands. "Don't touch me. Don't you dare come close to me even. And start talking if you don't want me to do anything reckless right now" I replied in raging tone. "Fine" he sighed hurt clear on his face ..................................... this is my first story so mistakes are posible please bear with me. Hope you enjoy the story Start: 29 November 2020 Ending: 8 February 2021

You Like Me?! | ✓ by stillclo

"So, let me get this straight," I looked at him weirdly, raising my hands slightly in exclamation. "You like me?!" I asked him in disbelief. "Like or like-like?" I really can't get my head to process his words at the moment. "Is it weird that I don't." He simply replied, his voice sounded calm but serious at the same time. "And for your question, I do. I do like-like you. Like, I really like you. To the point that you're the only thing that's on my mind everyday and I can't seem to get you off it." I was literally standing there like an idiot, slowing blinking my eyes in a slow pace, still can't believe what's actually happening in front of me. ______________________________ ( Partially Edited.) First Published: July 23, 2020 Finished: October 16, 2021

If Only He Looked My Way by whoismanalanyways

The plan was simple: press the bell and run. Easy. Except... I didn't even get to touch it. The door opened. I froze. A girl stepped out-older than us, maybe by a year or two. Long straight hair, calm expression. Casual, but perfect. And painfully familiar. Yusuf's sister. From Instagram. From that Eid post. Panic hit. My brain: static. Useless. "Uh... does Beenish aunty live here?" WHO. IS. BEENISH. AUNTY. She blinked. "No." "Okay, sorry! Wrong house. Allah Hafiz!" I spun around and half-tripped my way to the nearest bush-where Zainab had already thrown herself like the absolute traitor she is. I started smacking her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STAY WITH ME!" She was wheezing. "Your face! Oh my God, your FACE!" "I panicked! I asked for a fake aunty!" We were still giggling when- The door creaked again. Slower. Heavier. Zainab's laughter stopped. "Zainab," I whispered. "I think... it's him." I turned-just slightly. And there he was. Saif. Plain black tee, sweatpants, and that same cap from his profile. Tall. Calm. Phone in hand. He looked sharper in real life. Taller too. Like the air around him knew who he was before I did. His eyes scanned the street, slow and aware, like he felt something was off. I forgot how to exist. Zainab leaned in. "He's hotter in real life." "Shut. Up." He hadn't seen us. But I saw him. And seeing him like that-real, breathing, quietly magnetic-was something else. He wasn't just a pixelated post anymore. He was here. And somehow, even across the street, he had that pull. Zainab started poking me. qt qt qt on repeat. I elbowed her so hard she nearly fell. Then-his eyes swept the street. Paused. On a cat. He bent down, gently scratched behind its ears. Like they were best friends reuniting after war. We ducked. Hard. And in that moment, I knew two things: One, I was going to murder Zainab. Two, I was absolutely going to remember this forever. And that's how I met him.

Loving My Cousin (#Wattys 2017) by Islam_is_great

I put the grocery bags down after coming inside the house, setting my keys on the counter and placing the bags on the table, putting the stuff away, until I heard a voice. "FATIMA, FATIMA!" Mama was calling me, hm I wonder what for and why did she sound excited as well? "Yes mama? Ana in the kitchen Mama." She came in holding two papers. "We're going! We're going to Jerusalem, to see your cousin get married!" That's when my whole world crashes down. I'm going to Jerusalem ...that means I have to see my cousin Samer, whom I've avoided for 5 years, since I was 16. Ya Allah help me through this. I even remember when I left Amman 5 years ago, and let's just say that it didn't end well between a 16 year old and a 21 year old. ••••••• Fatima Zain, 21 years old college student and getting many proposals to get married has a hard time being her usual self after she left Amman, leaving behind her cousin Samer, whom she loves very much, but no one knows except got her close friend and cousin. Samer Zaid, 26 years old and is working as an engineer, has a hard time being himself after what happened 5 years ago with his cousin, feeling nothing but empty and guilty. Thought a girl kept being on his mind, but he wouldn't show or express who it is. What happens when these two meet again after 5 years of no communication with each other? Will Fatima ever tell Samer she loves him before it's too late? Will Samer ever tell Fatima he loves her before its too late? Will they keep shut about their feelings or will they open up and become close, possibly more, before its too late? Go on an amazing adventure with

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You, my Punishment (Islamic Story)

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)