Islamically Yours

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Parts 11
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There is not a word that exists that describes the amount of zeros in my bank account. 

I make 35 million dollars a day. 

I invented the Internet. 

I have everything. 

Except... 

Happiness.All Rights Reserved

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On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

Previously named, 'Life of a Millionaire'. "Look at yourself Zohair.You don't hav good looks nor a good height.Gosh!look at your eye balls they are as black as coal.But you know what?You have money!!U r a millionnaire!And thats why every girl wish to be your wife and I also wished the same so i married you and now you want me leave all dis and come with you to live a life of a middle class person.Never!!!I m not with you Mr.Zohair Abdul Rehman."Aiza yelled. Meet Zohair Abdul Rehman who was born a millionnaire.But its not the money he want he need love.Love that his parents failed to nurture him with.Love which he never experienced.Even his fiancè,Aliza.He thought she loved him unconditionally but she left him on his big day nd that made him marry her twin Aiza. Will Zohair ever experience true love in his life?Will he be able to handle himself when he will know the truth behind his and Aiza's wedding?Why did Aliza ditched him? ??

If she had a superpower, she liked to believe, it was maintaining a calm composure while random tornados proceeded to wreck havoc in her life. But after every harsh winter, a spring is bound to come. With all its colour and life, Spring somehow pushes her head through the ground that was frozen by a heartless winter. The best part is, if you're careful enough, you get to see every shade of spring. The better part? Even if you aren't so quick in the uptake, you will assuredly be blown by how much life has coloured the dull winter coat. Watch one, common girl's unusual trek through the seasons of life and how the light of Spring defeats the cold of winter. Or how it fights to. Highest Ranking- #6 in odds (2020.12.07)

Secrets Revealed and Loving the Billionaire by RissaleWriter

They say love can conquer all. They say that love heals all wounds from the past and makes you feel beautiful. They say that the love of a parent is something great because a child was made from love that two people shared. I say that love doesn't exist. I never knew the love of a father, nor a boyfriend. My wounds were deep, and I was sure that no one wanted a scarred female that learnt the evils of the world at a young age. But then, I met him at the age of ten. And, in secret I fell in love with boy that would become a billionaire, hiding my past behind a fake smile and swearing to never tell what had happened to me.

(Billionaire Playboy) A Flower in Heaven - Zahra by FathimaShif

My name is Stuart John.I am rich. No, I am filthy rich. I am arrogant and handsome. I am always one step ahead of the game. The world revolve around me. Governments fear me. My employees obey me. Girls fall down on my feat. I don't respect anyone, yet everyone respect me. That's me. My name is Zainab and I am a Muslim. I wake up at 4 am to pray Thahajuth and then Fajr, which is one of the 5 mandatory prayer in Islam. I am shy and humble. Atleast I believe I am humble. I work for Stuart John, one the most rich people in the world as his personal secretary. Except for the pay, there is absolutely no reason why I think I should be working for this man, who is arrogant, stubborn, short tempered and believe the entire earth revolves around him.Yet, I need the money to support myself and the mess my family left me with.

I am a bitch. I am. I drink, smoke, do drugs and whatever I like. No one is above me. I don't give a f*ck about weak people, I am self indulgent and most of all, I know who I am. What I am worth. The daughter of a business tycoon. I am extremely beautiful. Beautiful enough, I have crushed many hearts than I could count. Cross me and regret the day you live. Little did I know who I am will twist my fate. I am Liz Hunt. I am a refugee from Afghanistan. A drone killed everyone I once had, including my parents. Orphaned at the age of 14, my life has been a struggle. I work hard to survive. And if my parents have taught me one thing, and one thing alone, then it would be live with honor and dignity. And that's how a nightmare twisted my fate. I am Asad.

It is rightly said and often proved by the proverb, man proposes and God disposes. What happens when everything seems to go well and a day arises in your life that within a heartbeat the fate comes crashing down at your feet turning your destiny to an utter catastrophe? What happens when the only girl you LOVE in this world and next starts to HATE you for an action you aren't even responsible for and you can do nothing about it except to keep your hands folded? What happens when you lose everything in your life including your family within a matter of seconds just because of a single ignorant move? It just cost me a blink of an eye and my life gyrated into bits and pieces because of a dopey move under the influence of sedation and sex. I am Shannon Clandevis, CEO of Clandevis Group of Industries, one of the top billionaires of the United States. People seek me with praising annotations but they are ignorant about an important veracity. I am a love struck bovine with a vacuous soul and secrets buried deep under the ground. To know more explore Coerced (THERE ARE NO SECRETS THAT TIME DOESN'T REVEAL).

In the Arms of an Angel.. by FathimaShif

What if one has everything one want in life? Looks, money, influence, power, women and almost everything one want in life? Well, yea, then it will make one more arrogant and invincible. Then what if one losses everything and on the street with nothing but the clothes one is wearing? How can I get everything back? I am Joe, the one who will stop at nothing. My employer Joe who I am sure had hardly seen me is in a mess. His family kind of kicked him out of his own inheritance and money. One thing I am ever thankful for Joe is for the way he treated his maids. He was generous. He helped me when no one else hired me. My gratitude is deep. When Joe spoke to me, I knew the least I can do is provide a home, until he fights back and get his own house. I am Zahra, the house maid at Joe's mansion and currently jobless. ********************************** Also read : A Flower From Heaven (Zahra) story of Billionaire Stuart and Zainab. From hate, to lust to love, story of Robert and Amira.

I am the best and i have countless awards to show for it. My restaurants are known all over the world. I can stand with giants and they will notice me because am the best there is and i earned it at the age of 26. Not many Chefs can stand and make the same claim as i. My restaurant is everything to me and i will not allow anything to distract my focus. All i have ever done is give. Even when my father told me to be cautious i ignored him and decided to trust a man that i barely knew and it cost my family everything. I have watched my father suffer for my mistakes but am going to make it right, for my sake and my family's. I will not allow anything to distract me nor will i allow my heart to be broken ever again.

The Secret Life of My Husband, The Professor ✔️ by Hijabi_Tomboy

❝ You are a Lair, Professor! ❞ I said as I slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. ❝ No student of mine may disrespect me like that and get away with it ❞ He said with a force that would have made any person in the world tremble. But not me. I gazed into his green eyes. ❝ But I am not anyone, Am I? ❞ ___________________ When Wahaj, a practising Muslim, received an acceptance letter two years ago from a prestigious college, she never thought she would marry her cold professor who doesn't even look at her direction twice. Still, she did, and the secrets are unfolding. Ibrahim Yilmaz is a cold-hearted genius who became a professor at the age of 24, and he only cares about his career, but everything changes when Wahaj comes into view.

His Soul✔️

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

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