Muslimlovestory Stories

Haider khan, who lost his first love in a car accident and hid this secret with himself deep in his heart. Izza khan who loves him in the shadows without letting him know. But one night changes everything in their life and he had to marry her despite knowing that he didn't forget his first love. Yun ilzam na laga meri mohabbat par, Meine tho bas mohabbat ki hai koi gunah nahi.

I gasped loudly and took a step back only to hit my back on the door of the shelf. He looked directly at my eyes, it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I was unable to handle it, so I looked away but he made me look at him by raising my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much i am controlling myself from making you mine",I looked at him wide eyed and tried to push him away but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his, he leaned in on me, so, I turned my face away and then his lips landed on my cheeks. My eyes widened at his this act, I wriggled and got my hands free from him before pushing him away with full force. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ~ℤ𝔸𝕀𝔻𝔸ℕ 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ

"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

Aleeza Ahmed - She is 24 years old, a doctor by profession. She has grown up without her parents, luckily her dadi and elder brother were there to look after her. she moves to her phuppo's house, everybody adores her there, except for Irteza, they both hate each other, but what will happen when their fate will unite them. Irteza Hasan - Hot, charming, successful guy, he can charm anyone easily, but with Aleeza he becomes somebody else. He lives life to the fullest. He is arrogant but kind also, he is mean but down to earth at the same time. ****** When Aleeza came to live at Mustafa's mansion, she had no idea what destiny planned for her, who would have thought that she will be stuck with someone she can't tolerate. Let's get the journey from hate to love begin...... IMPORTANT NOTE- The images/gifs used in my book are not my own and I am in no way claiming it to be. IMPORTANT NOTE- This book has Muslim characters, but it is not an accurate representation of "Islam". Cover photo credit to @tasnimtahera

"Can she melt the heart of a ruthless Mafia King, or will she lose herself in his dark world?" ~MAFIA'S MUSLIM WIFE BY ZEHRA🌷

Two families. Two legacies. And a hatred between them. The Rizvis were elegance, charm, and influence. The Qadris were power, discipline, and fear. Where one smiled, the other scowled. Where one thrived, the other struck back. Their rivalry was no secret-it was written in the walls of their mansions, whispered in every high-society gathering, and carried in the eyes of their heirs. And then fate intervened. Anya Rizvi, soft, bubbly, and full of life, never imagined her world would collide with Mahid Qadri, the strict, cold, and feared heir of the Qadri family. A marriage-unexpected, unexplained, and unavoidable-bound them together. Enemies by blood. Thrust together by destiny. What happens when fire meets flame? When hate clashes with attraction? And when the line between love and war becomes impossible to see?

Siyah raat. Kachi sadak. Aansuon me doobi ek dulhan... Aur uske saath ek mard jisko usne kabhi apna socha bhi nahi tha. Zain Uddin Hyder - sakht, tez, be-reham sa lagne wala, wo gaadi chala raha tha. Hooriya Abbas - roti hui, thaki hui, apne ghar se dher saare jazbat dil me liye ruqsat hovi thi. ___ Gaadi ka ek dhakka, ek lamha, ek nazdeeki.. Aur phir kheton ke darmiyan woh khobsurat wooden cottage.. aur dekhe..?? kaise majboori se bana rishta dheere dheere ek ajeeb si garmaahat me kaisa badalta hai..??

On the day of her Nikah, as the room filled with prayers and quiet smiles, Zainab sat behind her veil-calm on the outside, trembling within. When she was asked "Qubool hai?"... her heart didn't answer immediately. Because in that moment, she didn't see the man in front of her- she saw him. A story of love that was never lost, only written to find its way back. Step into Zainab's story... and find out who her heart saw that day. #10 rank : islam

The city doesn't shout. It watches. It remembers. Fatima Bugaje arrives with ambition, an NYSC khaki, and a refusal to shrink herself. Love is not part of the plan until two men step into her path. Imran Abubakar Gaya is ease and warmth. He shows up, listens, and makes life feel lighter. Fuad Muhammad is control and silence. He challenges her, unsettles her, and never explains himself. She meets them before titles. Before power. Before the truth. Caught between comfort and confrontation, Fatima must decide what kind of love she's willing to choose and what kind of woman she refuses to stop being. Built on Quiet Fire is a slow-burn romance about ambition, identity, and desire in spaces where power speaks softly but changes everything

Two families bound by decades of friendship. A wedding that brings everyone closer. And a bond that quietly waits to be noticed. Noorain Reza is twenty-two, soft-spoken, responsible, and deeply loved by her family. Born ten years after her elder brother, she grows up protected, pampered, yet grounded. As her brother Ihsan's wedding approaches, Noorain finds herself at the center of endless responsibilities, managing preparations with calm strength beyond her years. Ruhaan Faizel, Ihsan's childhood friend and a respected cardiologist, has been part of the Reza family for as long as Noorain can remember. Serious in his profession yet playful with loved ones, Ruhaan shares a bond with Ihsan built on loyalty, teasing, and unshakable trust. As wedding preparations unfold, old friendships, family warmth, and shared memories fill the Reza household. Amid laughter, chaos, and celebration, subtle moments pass unnoticed by most-moments of care, familiarity, and quiet understanding. But some bonds are not born suddenly. They grow slowly, silently, waiting for the right time. This is a story of family, trust, friendship, and a connection that begins long before love finds its name.

They were once everything to each other. Now, they can barely stand to be in the same room. Izaan Mirza - cold, calculated, and dangerously composed - built an empire from the ruins of betrayal. Aira Rehmani - brilliant, guarded, and heartbreak-hardened - rebuilt her life in silence, carrying wounds she never chose to explain. Once childhood sweethearts, now business rivals, their paths collide again in the unlikeliest of ways - a high-stakes partnership neither can refuse, and a forced proximity that threatens to expose every scar they spent years burying. But behind sharp words and colder glances lie unanswered questions, shattered trust, and a love that never quite died. This is not a story of forgiveness. It's a story of broken people, unfinished conversations, and what happens when your past walks right back into the room... wearing the face you never stopped loving.

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We all dream - Of love. Of fame. Of the world. But then, there is one dream - buried deep within the soul - Planted not by us... but by God Himself. And when that dream awakens, You are never the same again. Hearts will race. Souls will bleed. Secrets will be buried. Faith will rise. And there will come a moment... When love itself falls into prostration. And the only words that escape are: "Allahu Akbar..." This is not just a love story. This is a journey - Of healing. Of redemption. Of finding light when the world goes dark. It's for the ones who search for God through love. And for those who are lost in sin - But secretly... desperately... Searching for their way back to Him. --- "This story won't just change your mood - It might just change your soul." --- In sha Allah SWT ♥️

The life of four characters and their journey to find each other through love, pain, friendship When Rania Safi's life crumbles in a mere six months, Officer Johan Li is left with unrequited emotions and unanswered questions. On the other end of the same city, Roman Sinclair and Elham Khan find themselves on the two side of the same coin. _________________ Elham Khan spent her entire life enclosing herself through layers and layers of perfection. A Perfect American, A model citizen, but at what cost, though? So when Roman Sinclair accidentally finds the cracks in those layers, suddenly he is very much interested in the woman he often calls a Witch. Not knowing that the tragedies that affected them were the same. Officer Li, a customs and immigration officer with a past he'd rather forget, never expected to cross paths with the girl who unknowingly shattered his heart. Six months after his heartbreak, he finds himself supervising an immigration case of the girl he never thought he'd see again. In the cold immigration room, Rania Safi sits, merely a ghost of her past self, with a broken collar-bone, numerous bruises, a torn passport, and a lost green card. She was meant to be living her dreams, married and settled across the ocean instead of the cold white room. so exactly what happened to Rania Safi? A journey of four people who are trying to find somewhat of life between the battles and wars they never asked for.

Ten years ago, tragedy struck-and with it, a bond between two families was shattered. Khalid and Walida were left with nothing but bitterness, each blaming the other for wounds that never healed. Now, forced into a marriage neither of them desires, resentment is all they know. But when the past refuses to stay buried, will their hearts remain locked in anger... or will fate dare to write them a different ending? Will love find a place in their hearts or will their resentment keeps drifting them apart? Let's all find out together ✔️ ©Ummusalma Salisu. No plagiarism of this book!!

Come, let me tell you a story, a story of a man and a woman both blessed and also doomed. Let me tell you a story of love, of a heart crying out for love, reaching out for love, only to be grabbed and pulled away by cruel hand of destiny. Come, let me tell you a story of Safiyyah and Gidado, a match made in heaven but placed wrongfully on earth with a lot of obstacles between them. Can it happen? Can they be? Is it even possible? Come, let's cry and laugh with Piya and her Pyar.

A Love Written in Patience In a world where love is often rushed and expectations grow louder with time, Amina chooses a different path-one rooted in faith, patience, and trust in Allah. Living in Lagos, Amina watches as friends and peers settle into marriage while she remains waiting. Suitors come and go, but none bring the peace her heart longs for. Though she hides her struggles behind quiet strength, the pressure from family and society begins to weigh heavily on her. Across the city, Yusuf is fighting a different battle. Burdened by financial instability and self-doubt, he believes he is not yet worthy of marriage. Yet deep within him lies a sincere desire to love, provide, and build a home grounded in faith. Bound by unseen prayers and silent duas, their lives move on separate paths-until destiny begins to align them in ways they never expected. But love alone is not enough. Faced with rejection, delays, fear, and the test of true patience, Amina and Yusuf must decide whether to trust their circumstances... or trust Allah's plan. A Love Written in Patience is a heartfelt story about faith over fear, growth over perfection, and a love that is not rushed-but beautifully written by the One who knows all hearts.

Naima's world seems simple-until choices she never expected begin to challenge everything she thought she knew. What does a good man actually look like? Not on paper - in real life. Some men wear their virtue like a costume. She thought she knew what a good man looked like - the right words, the right prayers, the right reputation. He was everything she was told to look for. He was also everything she should have run from. Caught between a man the world calls ideal and one it calls dangerous, she will have to learn something no one prepared her for - Beyond the Surface is for every woman who has ever been told who to choose without being taught how to see. Look closer. Before you choose. *join me on this beautiful & captivating story with Naima💕

"And you must be one of the famous Kareemi daughters. The one who talks 'nineteen to a dozen,' if the rumors are true." Hazal narrowed her eyes. "If the rumors are true, then you should know I don't have time for vague outsiders. I have a wedding to attend and a plate of kebabs with my name on them." She began to walk away, her emerald skirts rustling, when his voice stopped her. "I'm Zain," he said. "And for what it's worth, the ceiling is a structural issue. Don't just patch the plaster; check the drainage on the terrace." Hazal paused, looking back over her shoulder. He was still watching her, his expression unreadable. There was something in his gaze-not the dismissive glance of the man from her past, but a focused, intense recognition. It was the look of someone who saw exactly who she was. "I'll keep that in mind, Zain," she said, her voice steady despite the sudden racing of her pulse. As she vanished back into the crowd of her boisterous family, the "snowball's chance in hell" she had felt that morning suddenly felt a little more like a spark. The monsoon clouds were still heavy above Mumbai, but as Hazal found her mother in the crowd, she felt a strange, electric sense of possibility.

"Okay, I've been letting you slide long enough, Aya. He threw his hands up, frustration tightening his voice. "Why are you so angry at me? What did I do was so bad for you to not even look at me?!" The way he raised his voice made my chest tighten. I know I've been rude to him but I wasn't used to him yelling at me. I wasn't prepared for how much it hurt. "Do you even remember what happened in high school?" I looked up blinking back tears. Yusuf rubbed his beard trying to remember but got nothing. He frowned as he shook his head. "High school was a blur," he murmured. "After my parents died, I don't quite remember much and what I did in the past." He explained, so quietly that I almost didn't hear him. "Let me refresh your memory, you know your friends Joe and Alex? They used to picked on me, made fun of my weight, push me against the lockers, and calling me names. And what did you do?" I turned around, back facing him, as tears stream down my face. I didn't want him to see me cry. I couldn't. "You just laugh, as if it's the funniest thing in world, as if I was a joke to you! You didn't stop them, not even once." My voice cracked as I wiped away my tears. Yusuf was speechless, he didn't know what to say. I didn't expect him to. I just wanted him to know how much pain I was in ever since the day he walked back to my life. Aya Rayaan is a 20 year old girl who is in university and trying to be close to her deen. She got bullied for her weight when she was younger and one of the guys was Yusuf Abbas. Yusuf Abbas is a 22 years old and is an orphan. His parents died in a fire and he's been drifting ever since. When he moves in with Aya's family, unaware of their shared history, Aya is forced to confront the pain she thought she buried. He doesn't remember her but she remembered everything. As their paths cross again, will the past drive them further apart? Or bring about a chance for healing, forgiveness, and unexpected growth?