"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?"
A gasp escaped her lips.
Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah.
Now, she was all alone.
No one to support her.
No one to care.
No one to gently caress her soul.
The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found.
She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion.
Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business.
Life had left her bitter.
A natural introvert, she let very few people in.
Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter.
And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm:
"Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners."
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On the other hand...
Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for.
Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart.
He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah.
But then again-no one is perfect.
"Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair.
"You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith."
This time, she wasn't joking.
And he knew it.
He sighed, stood up, and replied:
"Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now."
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But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons?
"I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body.
She felt sickened.
Disgusted.
Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought.
A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions.
Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny.
Note:
This story isn't just for Muslims.
Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.
He was sitting on bed in front of me in white shirwani. The look of utter adoration and devotion was completely visible in his ocean blue eyes. So much love in those eyes and I couldn't reciprocate even a percent of it.
The guilt starting eating me up and I looked away from his face toward the wall. "You look utterly beautiful." His soft and smooth voice reached my ears. My black hair were down my waist and I was wearing only a nose ring and some bangles with my lahnga as he asked.
"So beautiful and Lost." The words came out as a whisper. "Does the thought of living with me upsets you that much Noor?"
The guilt clogged my throat. "Its not like that." I whispered and a sad smile took its place on his face.
He took my hand in his. "I hope one day, You will be able to love me even half as much as you loved Hudhayfah." A tear escaped my eyes on his name. His face appeared in my mind.
My words were stuck in my throat. Something flashed in his eyes maybe a realization. He looked at me and got a bit close. "I wonder if you will be okay If I do this."
He raised his hand and cupped my face. I didn't have time to evaluate before his lips fell on temple as he caressed my cheek. They remained there for long as I struggled internally. A part of me wanted to push him away and other just imagined Hudhayfah's lips on my temple. It was the part that never wanted to let him go. That part won because when he pulled away. I saw grey eyes rather then ocean blue. I knew I easily gave in. It wasn't that I couldn't let go. It was just that I didn't want to let go.
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Read to find out what will happen further in Noor's journey of letting go and learning more about her husband's murder and trying save her family from her dead husband's Mafia family.
Sequal to "His secrets" can't be read as a stand alone.
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