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I stiffened in his arms.
He noticed. Awkwardly, he pulled away.
"Sorry," he said, sounding almost shy. "I can wait till you're ready."
My chest tightened. I could barely look at him when I asked, "Can I please have my own separate room?"
I saw the way his mood shifted. His silence said what his mouth didn't. I had hurt him. Still, he nodded.
"Of course you can," he said quietly. "I'll stay in the opposite room."
Guilt rose in my throat like something bitter. I swallowed hard, but it didn't go away.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small. How could I ask for a separate room on our first night together as a couple? What was wrong with me?
"It's okay," he said with a faint smile, and then he turned and walked out.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt the silence crawl back in. It wrapped itself around me like smoke, thick and suffocating.
For reasons I didn't fully understand, his touch had pulled something loose in me, memories I'd long buried beneath years of healing and distractions.
I could feel my biological mother's coldness in my bones. Her voice sharp like broken glass. Her love, if it ever existed, was measured in cruelty. I had grown up under the weight of her rejection, bullied, maltreated, unloved. And worse.
There were things I never spoke about. Things that lived in shadows.
Things I tried to forget, but that came rushing back when a hand touched my skin for too long... even if it meant no harm.
It wasn't just the loneliness or the bruises. There were nights I still couldn't explain, and memories that made my stomach twist when I let them surface.
It was a cruel world, and I had learned early not to expect softness.
But then came my stepmom. A woman who should have felt like a stranger, but instead gave me warmth I had never known. She loved me with ease. She made peace feel possible.
She helped me believe that happines
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Before you go
"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:مكتمِلة
Lost Without You
In the heart of the powerful Effendi household, two children once shared a destiny written long before they understood it. Born into a world of privilege, bound by family ties and an unspoken promise, their lives were shaped by love that never had the chance to grow in peace. But fate is never kind to fragile beginnings. A single tragedy shattered everything-families were destroyed, trust turned into ashes, and two souls were torn apart believing the other had been lost forever. He is not the same boy she once knew-time has carved him into something colder, harder, and unforgiving. She, on the other hand, carries the weight of a broken past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade and a present that keeps testing her strength. Shattered but still breathing, she learns that survival itself is a battle, yet even in her weakness she refuses to fall silent in front of him. Years later, destiny pulls them back into the same orbit, not as children of the past, but as strangers bound by a forgotten bond. He stands hardened by time, power, and silence. She stands unbroken, refusing to surrender to the coldness he now carries. What was once a promise becomes a battlefield of truth, where recognition is painful, love is uncertain, and nothing remains simple anymore.
Black hearts meet Red
I walked down the dark hallway, my eyes scanning the rooms on my way.The door was slightly ajar as I reached the end of the hallway, my hands pushing the door open as I stepped in.Her sorrowful sobs reached my ears as I stared at her little form huddled in the corner of the dark room.Moonlight from the large window fell on her body as she continued to sob sitting on the floor. My stomach twisted in a bad way seeing her like this.A pain seared at the bottom of my heart as she hiccuped making me move towards her.I sat on the floor near her silently, not saying a word.She noticed my appearance as she stiffened for a fraction of second.Her cries had stifled as we sat in the dark with moonlight showering over us. "He had broken me into so many piece that it will take a life time to collect all.He ripped me apart from my soul, from my self respect making me crumble to the ground like ash.."Her hoarse yet soft voice resonated around the room making me turn my eyes to her beautiful face. "I have nothing left of myself.Nothing."She sounded defeated.But I didn't like hearing those words from her.It killed me to listen the bitter words she swallowed each time she spoke. *** She unintentionally stumbles in his life, stealing every fiber of his body.He wishes to make her his but destiny has other plans. As they smiled at each other little did they know that after this they were not going to smile again.It's a story not just about two broken people but with of a girl and boy who's hearts had turned Black.Striving to hold on to living and trying to move on with life will they be able to meet their Red again or will they fall apart along with time. A Romantic spiritual love story that will melt your heart, so get ready to read a tale maybe you've never heard because it's not a story whispered at nights .. <3 Ranked # 1- muslimlovestory (12th April 2021)مكتمِلة
His
Jaida was twenty almost twenty one when she was raped and she hasn't been the same since. Since it has happened, she has tried to forget and wanted to move on but that definitely wasn't working for her. She was so tired of fighting her never silent mind and was so tired of looking at her baby and seeing the rape. So she decides to go to therapy and that's when she met Ezra. Ezra was going for reasons that might make you cry yet maybe even make you cower with fear. This tattooed man might not be the best thing for Jaida right now while she is dealing with things but who knows. Maybe he can save her. Or maybe he will just destroy her more.Read and find out. ~~ "I get you know. You don't have feelings for me so you ghost me thinking I'll take the hint while you fucked and went with the girl you wanted which was that girl" I said shaking my head as I looked away from him. He sighed and shook his head. "Jaida come on thats no-" "No it's fine Ezra I mean I wish you would have told me that but it's whatever" I continued not letting him talk. "Jaida just liste-" "You know I may have only known you for what like a month and a half but I actually was really kinda feelings you and I get it I mean you didn't feel the same way so I understand" I said cutting him off again before turning away from him to walk to the elevator. He quickly grabbed my hand pulling me before his lips smashed on mine.مكتمِلة
The Love I Deserved : and suddenly, it was all about you
The moment I opened that door, the air in the room felt heavy, suffocating. My eyes fell on her-Radhya. She was lying on the bed, hair falling carelessly over her face, her small frame trembling as she cried into the pillow. She looked so fragile... so breakable... and it tore something inside me. I couldn't stand still. My feet moved on their own until I was beside her. Without saying a word, I pulled her into my arms, my hands gripping her waist tightly, almost as if I was scared she would slip away. She didn't resist, she didn't speak-she just buried her face into my chest and held onto me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Her lavender fragrance wrapped around me, calming me and burning me at the same time. I pressed my face into the crook of her neck, closing my eyes, silently begging her pain to come into me instead. I wanted to absorb it all, carry it for her, anything... just not see her like this. "Why, Radhya?" I whispered hoarsely, cupping her tear-stained face, forcing her to look at me. "Why can't you tell me when you're hurting? You're not as strong as you pretend to be... and you don't have to be. Not with me." Her lips trembled, but no words came. Just tears. And that silence was worse than any scream. So I did the only thing I could-I kissed her. It wasn't gentle. It was desperate. Passionate. My lips claimed hers with everything I'd held back for so long, pouring into her every ounce of love, every promise I couldn't put into words. She kissed me back, broken yet needing me, and in that moment, it felt like our souls were clinging to each other. Between the kiss, my breath brushed against her lips as I whispered, "You'll never be unloved again, Radhya. Not as long as I'm alive." And holding her in my arms, I knew-I wasn't just comforting her. I was holding my entire world.
Cold Water
[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depressionمكتمِلة
We Met in a Silent Prayer
One night, Saad pushed open Arham's door without knocking. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the lamp. At first, Saad thought Arham wasn't there. But then he saw him-on the prayer mat, forehead pressed to the ground, shoulders trembling. Saad froze. Arham's voice broke into the stillness, muffled in sujood. "Ya Allah... if Fatima is good for me, grant her to me. If not, give me the strength to let go." The words cracked like something breaking open inside. Saad's throat tightened. He stepped back, closing the door softly, leaving Arham with his Lord. That night, he couldn't sleep. He had always known Arham as calm, unshaken, controlled. To see him like that-raw, stripped of composure, clinging to prayer-told Saad more than any confession could. In the chaos of medical college-wards, exams, sleepless nights-two people keep finding each other in silence. She hides behind calm smiles. He hides behind steady eyes. Neither dares to cross the line... until secrets slip out, and stillness turns into something neither expected. How long can you resist someone who feels like home? ---مكتمِلة
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« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!مكتمِلة
"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:
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