Why we lie

What happens when your grandfather picks you, a happily married man with a heavily pregnant wife, amongst all his grandsons to get married to the granddaughter of his childhood best friend? This novel centres around a 26 years old guy and a 21 years old lady It is a story of an innocent love among young people, a story about love, betrayal, friendship and trust. Read more to find out about this beautiful yet innocent love ✨ Fatima_zahra15

Like every other Muslimah her age, Syeda Anaabiya Ahmed dreamed of a love that would heal her scars-a love that would cherish and protect her. As an orphan, she had spent her life fighting battles no child should face-struggling for survival, for a home, and, most painfully, for the love even her own younger sister denied her. Her last hope rested on marriage-the man destined to be her partner, her guide, the one who would help her grow into a better Muslimah. But that dream shattered the moment she was forced to marry Syed Humza Junaid-a man she loathed, a man as ruthless as the dark empire he ruled, a man who saw love as nothing more than a weakness. Defiant and unyielding, Anaabiya refuses to be another pawn in Humza's world of power and crime. She challenges him at every turn, determined not to bow to his arrogance and cruelty. But just when she thinks she has him figured out, the cracks in his armor begin to show-a man tormented by his demons, a man who, against all odds, might just be capable of love. As their world spirals into chaos, hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Love. Obsession. Destruction. Will Anaabiya tame the monster within him, or will she lose herself in the fire that is Syed Humza Junaid? Join Anaabiya on a journey where love and ruin walk hand in hand-where the heart's deepest desires clash with fate's cruelest twists.

Book 1 of Ishq Series. || Highest ranking: #1 in Cousins on 30 Aug 2020|| || Highest ranking: #1 in spiritual on 23 March 2021|| ||Highest ranking: # 1 in happiness on 3 September 2021|| || 1st place winner in Indian Legion Awards Phase 3|| His grief is long whose hope is short. Hooriya Rehman. A beautiful creation of Allah. She was happy go lucky girl. Great flexibility, willingness and a positive attitude with great communication skills was the key for her to become an event manager. Dig in to see how HOPE OF LOVE made her life upside down in just one night. Zaydan Jahangir. The handsome creation of Allah. He is the first child of Jahangir household. He has the powerfull aura around him which makes everyone intimated by him. All the girls are crazy for his looks but only one girl looked at his heart. Stay tuned to see how only one night took Zaydan Jahangir to break his own rule of never mingling with girls and having HOPE OF LOVE after crushing an innocent heart. They hope. Hope from Allah, to unite their love after series of hardship. Join me in hope that both HOPES colloid with each other and be a reality. Total no. Of chapters : 30 Bonus Chapters : 3 (4th coming soon) First Chapter : 16 August 2020 Epilogue : 13 November 2020 Highest ranking: #1 in cousins from 2.29K stories #42 in sad from 306K stories #1 in happiness from 53.8 K stories THIS BOOK'S CHARACTERS BELONGS TO ISLAM. ISLAM IS A PERFECT RELIGION. ITS FOLLOWERS AREN'T. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS BOOK SHOULD NOT BE PUBLISHED NOR TRANSLATED IN ANY OTHER FORM. IF YOU SEE ANY OF MY WORK ANYWHERE ELSE BEING COPIED, PLEASE REPORT. THE BOOKS/CHARACTERS NAMES OR ANY SCENE IF FOUND SIMILAR SOMEWHERE ELSE IS TOTALLY A CO-INCIDENT. THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK.

"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:)

သူဌေးအိမ်ကို ငွေကြေးကြောင့်ရောင်းစားခံရတဲ့ မိန်းမလှလေး၁ယောက်ကို သူတို့ဝယ်ထားတာပဲ သူတို့စိတ်ကြိုက်အသုံးတော်ခံရမယ်ဆိုပြီး အရုပ်၁ရုပ်လို့ စိတ်ကြိုက်ကစားပြီး နောက်ဆုံးကျ အဆိပ်သောက်ခိုင်းတဲ့ သူတွေကို စိတ်နာသွားတဲ့ သူမရဲ့ကျိန်စာကတော့...... သူေဌးအိမ္ကို ေငြေၾကးေၾကာင့္ေရာင္းစားခံရတဲ့ မိန္းမလွေလး၁ေယာက္ကို သူတို႔ဝယ္ထားတာပဲ သူတို႔စိတ္ႀကိဳက္အသုံးေတာ္ခံရမယ္ဆိုၿပီး အ႐ုပ္၁႐ုပ္လို႔ စိတ္ႀကိဳက္ကစားၿပီး ေနာက္ဆုံးက် အဆိပ္ေသာက္ခိုင္းတဲ့ သူေတြကို စိတ္နာသြားတဲ့ သူမရဲ႕က်ိန္စာကေတာ့......

"Anee place your hand here" he said using his index finger to point to his chest and I slowly place my hand there feeling his heartbeat in fast motion.. A mixture of happiness and live with pure ever after. "What do you feel?" He asked "Your heart beating extremely fast" "That's my life with you inside" he smiles sending shivers down my spine. "Without me your heart will still be beating.." I challenge confuse. "But Ahmaad will be nothing but a walking dead. . ." *** *** This is not your predictable story. it's a long journey with Ahmaad and Haneesa as the lead, a journey of love and mushiness, it's spicy and hot and you won't know what will hit you. Keep the tissue close by. All rights reserved! Cover by: Hijabifemenist

Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Historical Fiction. Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Spiritual Category. Winner of Best Muslim Readers' Choice Awards: Prince of Knights _____________ Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also known for their bravery and leadership. Faris, son of Sheikh Mubarak a hard-hearted man known among his tribe. No man is brave enough to raise his voice in his presence. His mission was to demolish his enemy's tribe for annihilating one of his men. However, fate decided something new when blood feud was only resolved by his marriage to the daughter of his enemy. Raghad is just like any other Muslim girl, who wishes to marry the man of her dreams but she meets Faris the Knight with no heart. He only fears his Lord his maker and no one else. With no other option to resolve blood feud Raghad steps over her dreams to shield her tribe. Will Faris unbolt the gates of his heart for her? Read to find out what happens in this love story. Prince of Knights, based on a Bedouin lifestyle. FOLLOW TO READ!

🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. Alh

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 17 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏, 𝑤𝒉𝑜'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝒉𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛.. 𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑘𝑎𝒉. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙.... Started: 28-august-22 Ended: 2-November_22 Editing starts on: 20 feb 23 Ended on: 28 feb 23