Ishq Mubarak
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> "Do you know why I agreed to marry you, Adam?" she whispered, her fingers gently grazing the collar of his suit.
"Because I always prayed that no man would ever see my hair... except my husband. And I knew you had seen me before our nikkah."
Adam's cheeks flushed with a warmth he couldn't hide, stunned by the quiet honesty of his wife's confession.
He reached out, brushing his fingers along her long, wavy hair - the same hair he had once seen by accident... and never forgotten.
She was a girl of hijab, salah, and silence.
He was the boy of noise, ego, and everything forbidden.
A story inspired by Peer-e-Kamil - of shame turned into destiny, and love written in places only Allah could see.
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Untold Secrets
" But...I'm supposed to know where you were at 4 in the morning?" kinza asked, annoyed. "And...why would you want to know that?...the last time I heard from your mouth is that you didn't want to marry me ! So why do you even care huh?? You are forced in this marriage." argued Aahil in anger. "Yes! you are right..I didn't want to marry you, I was forced" said Kinza in whispers but enough for him to hear. *Please read 'The heart comes last....untold love' (prequel) first*Kumpleto
It has always been you!
"...Don't show that you cared about my happiness, when you actually didn't. I doubt if you ever truly did care." I whispered the last part menacingly at him, clenching my jaw as my eyes filled with tears. The way his face hardened and his eyes dilated, I assumed he heard me as a muscle in his jaw ticked. I lowered my pointing finger and wiped my tears furiously from the back of my hand, looking away. "It's good that you got to know about everything before this marriage facade got out of our hands. Now, you'll realize that you never had any feelings for me and it was just an infatuation." He scoffed, looking away. His adam's apple bobbed as his veins popped out lividly. "Don't you dare insult my love, Wali! My love for you was so pure. You know what? You don't even deserve it." I told him, swallowing the lump in my throat. My voice came out harsh as my breath grew thin and ragged. I tried to control myself, reminding there were people in this house. Ya Allah, who was this man standing in front of me? ----- Meet Wali Rehman Khan and Aleyha Shaikh. They both grew up together, they were cousins by fate but best friends by choice. Wali had always been overprotective of her and deeply cares for her, fulfilling her every demand. She thought he loves her the way she loves him but how can he love when he hates even the thought of love? She had believed he would always be there for her but how wrong she was! He left and was back after five painful years. She no longer was the same teenager he last saw or knew, she had changed and changed for good. But still, around him, she didn't know how to feel. She tried but her heart was no longer in her control and she paid a heavy cost due to that. Was the payment worth it? Was it all along Allah's plan? -------------Kumpleto
Where the heart belongs..
"Look at how hard it's beating!!" He said grabbing hold of my hand and placing it on my own heart, not letting go of my hand again. I lowered my gaze from his eyes and settled them on my hand held by his. "Oh, don't feel embarrassed, here..." He shifted my hand upon his heart, which was beating erratically. Perhaps, even harder than mine. "This is the effect of your presence near me." He said causing me to lower my eyes. "Not just now suddenly but from quite a while" He added gaining my gaze yet again. ~~~~•••~~~~ Maira Abdul Haseeb: A niqabi who is a fresher in college, finds herself staring a bit longer at a guy whose name she didn't even knew. Adam Abdullah: The boy who found it difficult to get his piquing curiousity off of a niqabi. ~~~~•••~~~~ Hop in to know more about this Halal story with a gist of romance and love of the purest form. Status: Completed Started: 7th October 2021 Completed: 9th October 2022Kumpleto
Mending You And I
Previously known as: I'll never forgive you Maryam Junaid, a pious, confident young Muslimah who lost her parents in a fire at the age of ten. As the little girl wandered the dangerous streets of New York, she was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the foster home of the Mehmoods. At the young age of 12, she had already gone through a lot. Abuse, harassment, humiliation, you name it. Life was tough but things took a turn for the better when the sweet Saleh couple stumbled upon her. Liking Maryam's sensibility and piety, they ask for her hand in marriage for their only son; Abdullah Saleh. Knowing that it was the only way out of her misery, she gladly accepted and despite her foster family's disapproval, started her life as the Saleh family's daughter-in-law and the wife of Abdullah Saleh, a stranger. Abdullah Saleh, the famous workaholic, charming, young CEO of Saleh textiles. His intense gaze, raven straight hair, and pale creamish skin weren't one to go unnoticed. Partying, girlfriend and work were his main goals in life and nothing could change that. He was pretty content until a little girl who liked to act snobby and confident, forcefully entered his life. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement. They say polars attract but this couple just didn't click. The bond of marriage between the two, binding them together created a big clash. And one thing was for sure, it wasn't pretty. __________________________________ Note: The credit for the images used in the cover goes to however made them. I just took them from the internet and piled them together to make a suitable cover. Thank you. Bubbs out!Kumpleto
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
Petals of Qadr
She never talked to him. He never confessed. But every look he gave her... said "I see you." And every time she lowered her gaze... her heart whispered, "I feel you." In a world chasing loud love, theirs bloomed in silence. Behind notebooks, under niqabs, and within assemblies - their eyes met like stars colliding, softly. No love letters. No texting. Just glances. Just duas. Just fate. This is the story of Saliha, the wildflower in hijab 🌸 and Salih, the boy who smiled every time he saw her 🌙 A halal love story... Written not by hands, but by hearts. Guided not by ego, but by Allah. "If after 7 years you still feel the same, I'll tell Amma and Abba." And so she waited - and he stared.Kumpleto
Break First, Let's Love Later
'I hate you!' She said, her eyes a shade of blood due to the hatred she had for him and the sting of his belt on her body. 'I know. And you'd be married to me by Friday. So, get ready to break into the bits and pieces your body could ever form!' Hidayah Abubakar Rimi, a lady basking in the glory of beauty and love. Or so she thought, for the love part, of course. She had hated him for being like a steel bridge between her and Adam, the absolute love of her life. Why won't her mother or her egoistic soldier cousin, in the name of Ahmad Abdulkarim Muhammad, understand that she loved Adam and will do whatever the hell it was that he wanted. He just had to say it. Party? It's a yes. Clubbing? Of course she's in! Or was it to be laid by him? A whistle would do to have her running to him. She didn't care whether it was a sin, a taboo or that it will get her a beating from a soldier hated by her! But what she had never seen coming was a consequence she knew would break her; heart, body and soul. Being married to Ahmad was a curse and her family were hellbent on seeing her broken self. Will she break and mend? If Ahmad broke her, which he will, will she ever have the strings to weave her broken pieces to a whole piece? Or...will someone be willing to mend her? Not him, certainly.Kumpleto
Mine To Be Called ✓
Wearing that bridal dress again is a disaster for her because of the crippling guilt. He asks her to wear her nikkah dress if she wishes to meet her parents. Perhaps he is looking out to make a point to them that now she was his. He enters the room and finds her standing near the window, Cladded in her bridal dress which was enough as a mark to tell everyone that she is his. She turns around. For the first time today, he doesn't find the hatred seeping into his eyes for her. Instead, her shining green orbs seems hurt. "Why did you make me wear this dress again?" She inquires. He shrugs his shoulders confidently. "To make a point in front of your family that you are mine and no one, including them, is allowed to mess up with what's mine." "What am I supposed to do then?" "You are now going to stay at your parents's place till I get my own family to accept our nikkah, which they will do eventually. Then they will come to your house, meet your parents and we'll get married in a proper ceremony. You got a promise from me to get the status, respect, and honor of my wife from everyone, and you'll ultimately get that," he informs her truthfully. "What will you tell my parents about all this? And what am I supposed to inform them? And..." She trails off when something hit her mind. She quickly looks back at him. "Don't tell me that you will put the total blame on me. That...that I fled from my house to marry you." "I am not a coward who would ask a woman to leave whatever she had behind to marry me. I loved you openly. I married you openly too. And I'll make you get the status of my wife openly and fearlessly too. I ain't a scared loser who would hide myself behind a woman. I'll tell everyone the truth," he almost roars. She doesn't know why she liked whatever he spoke even though it is wrong on so many levels. Start Date: 06.06.2024 End Date: 23.11.2024Kumpleto
The Wait ✔
✨ #1 in halallovestory on 10/30/2020 - 11/17/2020 ✨ "Were you ever, going to tell me about it? How can we be the same after all that's happened?" His shoulders relaxed and his features softened. He came towards me, his warm hands cupping my cheeks. It felt like years since I felt his warm hands on me, making me melt to his touch. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide things from me all this time? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't my love enough?" I stood there with my head low, not able to meet his eyes anymore as my eyes pooled with fresh tears. He moved back withdrawing his hands and stuffing them in his pockets and sighed. "It's done Momina. It's all over now." He said in a dead voice. I looked back at him, tears rolling down my face. I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself and my actions, but his unnerving gaze had me shut up. With this, he turned around and left, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Completed on August 30, 2020Kumpleto
Frenemies with the Bad Boy | ✓
"Are you running away from me?" A playful voice made me stop in my tracks. My heart thudded in alarm, and I had to remind myself that we were in school, with multiple witnesses around us. He couldn't harm me here. I turned around with a glare, but the second I looked at his face, my courage crumbled. The memory of him threatening to snap my neck if I reported him and his crew hit me like a brick. Swallowing my fear, I met his eyes. "Weren't you the one who told me to stay away from trouble?" A crooked grin tugged at his lips and he brought his face closer. "Yeah. But looks like trouble doesn't want to stay away from you." I blinked. What? *** [muslim girl x bad boy] Bareera Omar, a.k.a Rory, thought junior year's biggest challenge would be adjusting to life and dealing with how people treated her now that she'd chosen to openly embrace her Muslim identity, and started wearing the hijab. What she didn't expect, however, was to get tangled up with Romero Allen - her school's infamous senior and the walking definition of trouble. One moment, he's bullying her. The next, he's scaring off the guys who try to mess with her. They don't consider each other friends. But calling them enemies doesn't quite fit either. Maybe they're something in between. Something along the lines of 'frenemies'. *** "So what do you want us to be? We can't be both. Either we're friends or we're enemies." "Lovers." #1 in stereotypes #1 in goodgirl #1 in badboygoodgirl #1 in hijabKumpleto
" But...I'm supposed to know where you were at 4 in the morning?" kinza asked, annoyed. "And...why would you want to know that?...the last time I heard from your mouth is that you didn't want to marry me ! So why do you even care huh?? You are forced in this marriage." argued Aahil in anger. "Yes! you are right..I didn't want to marry you, I was forced" said Kinza in whispers but enough for him to hear. *Please read 'The heart comes last....untold love' (prequel) first*
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