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𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐡. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · اِسْتِخارَہ [istiḳhāra] seeking good 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Before dying, Nasir-ud-din left behind one final wish: for the family he built to stay together. But in a haveli filled with old traditions, unspoken longing, family chaos, and love that grows in silence, she slowly discovers that the heart she guarded the most had already chosen him long ago. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · یہ کس پے تعویز کر رہے ہو یہ کس کو پانے کے ہیں ووظیفے تمام چھوڑو بس ایک کر لو جو استخارہ تو میں تمہارا ye kis pe ta.avīz kar rahe ho ye kis ko paane ke haiñ vazīfe tamām chhoḌo bas ek kar lo jo istiḳhāra to maiñ tumhārā

Hana doesn't speak much. She just reads. Every Thursday, she sits in the corner of Alif Corner behind her niqab, a hazel notebook in her hands and eyes that have carried more silence than words. Rayyan owns Alif Corner. He doesn't speak much either. He just notices. The way she sits in the same spot. The way she holds a book like it's the only thing keeping her steady that day. So he starts leaving notes in the books he sets aside for her. He never signs them. He never approaches her. Hana doesn't know who writes them. But she keeps every single one, folded carefully like a treasure, Because after a betrayal that left her heart guarded and her name spoken in whispers, these small, unsigned words are the only things that make her feel seen again. Rayyan doesn't know she keeps them. He doesn't know she rereads them on the nights her own home feels heavy. He only knows that her calm deserves to be protected, not disturbed. What begins as silence slowly becomes something else. A connection built in glances, in shared books, in prayers whispered at 2 AM. It's not fast. It's not loud. But it's real. This is a story about a love that never needed to be spoken. About patience that outlasts doubt. About two people brought together by qadr, when neither of them was looking. But some promises aren't meant to last a lifetime in this dunya. Some are meant to leave a legacy that does. It begins with a note left on a shelf. It ends with a heart that learned to trust again - even after goodbye. ••••••• " Threads of Qadr In Love " is a story about healing in quiet places, about faith that holds you when you can't hold yourself, and about love that doesn't need to be spoken to be felt. #1 in niqabi - 14.05.2026

Hello, It's a new story of Muslim couple Arshad and Zoya Arrange marriage Zoya utto fajr ka time ho raha hai , Zoya Zoya" she too wake up ." Haan 5 min aap fresh hoke utta dena" she again slept . "Zoya bas karo abb " "Mein bas baat kar Rahi thi aur aap ne ..ne "she was crying "Aacha aacha sorry na baby - wo bas office ka stress tha aur wo tum pe thoda nikal gaya sorry biwi" he said and kissed her cheeks Arshad pulled her into his arms while she was breathing heavily. "Pani chahiye?" He asked to which she nods. are you sore? He asked. "No why will I be? ...u were sooooo gentle with me " she said in sarcastic way. "Ohhh soo can we have another round then?" He asked. And for more details you have to read the story .

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 - The powerful and disciplined heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on control, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - calm, composed, and always in command of himself. But behind those steady eyes lies a storm he never lets out... a man who chose silence over vulnerability, control over chaos - especially when it comes to her. 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 - The innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - a gentle soul with quiet strength hidden beneath her innocence. She may look delicate, but her heart carries a softness that feels deeply... and a silence that holds more than she ever says. Bound by a nikkah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence... their worlds collide again - where unspoken rights turn into undeniable claims, and a quiet girl becomes the center of a man's controlled chaos. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. Not everything is meant to look perfect from the start - dynamics, emotions, and relationships evolve with time. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, and the story focuses on their journey beyond just numbers. If certain themes or dynamics aren't your preference, that's completely okay 🤍 ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 This story is my little world, where I set the rules and let the drama unfold 😌✨ If you're here to enjoy, buckle up for feels, drama, and twists. If you came to hate... scroll, breathe, and move on 👏😏 Loyal readers, get ready - Zayden & Arshiya's story isn't for the faint-hearted 😉💥 [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

"Why do you want to marry me if you don't even like me?" she asked, feeling frustrated. "Because I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else," he replied in a dull voice. What happens when they enter a nikkah bound by confusion and unspoken truths? Is his indifference real-or are deeper feelings hidden behind his silence?

🔥 #1 IN SPIRITUAL (March 27, 2026) 🔥 #5 IN SPIRITUAL (March 26, 2026) "She *was* your wife, but now she belongs to me. And I won't stand for a single insult against her-don't forget that." With a firm grip on Ruksana's hand, he walked away without waiting for a reply, her steps trailing helplessly behind him, as if swept away by the force of his will. ---------- He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he. His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable. -------- She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her back grazed the solid wall of his chest as he leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. A kiss, feather-light, brushed against her cheek. "Listen to me," his voice a low rumble against her ear, filled with love and unwavering confidence, "this might sound crazy, but you are mine. No matter how far you run, you will always belong to me."

Some families inherit wealth. Others inherit silence. When the powerful and deeply respected patriarch of the Al-Hakim family dies unexpectedly, his household does not fall into mourning-it falls into calculation. Maryam returns home after years away, only to find a house filled with silence, suspicion, and unspoken tension. Her grandfather's death is not the end of anything it is the beginning of a carefully designed unravelling. A missing sealed directive, a locked library, and a fractured family empire begin to expose something deeper than inheritance disputes. Someone in the house is lying. Someone has been chosen. And someone has been preparing for this moment for over twenty years. As secrets surface, Maryam begins to realize one unsettling truth: Her grandfather did not leave behind a family. He left behind a test. And she may be at the centre of it.

Kiara was okay with the toxicity she endured in her house which was no less than a hell. she was able to bear all the pain since childhood. It was a daily routine to be reminded of how less important and loved she was but it was okay... She sought the cure for it in her fantasies, novels and writing. her family would wound her with words and her imaginary friends would heal her with warmth. So she was smiling because she was happy, to show the world. A lovely family, lovely friends, and a lovely crush. All to betray her in a way. Haider couldn't seem to get a single second to breath without having the burden of his professional life. He chose it as well. He chose to be busy in everything he could find when his grandmother-the only loved one he had, after his parents chose to stay all the way back in Germany-was diagnosed with ALS. It was okay. All his grandmother wished for, was a lovely girl for him, who would be there to understand him and be with him when she was gone. It was all just for the sake of their families that they chose to get married. Kiara-to get rid of her toxic home. Haider-to fulfill his dying grandma's wish. After falling for Haider, Kiara hoped he didn't break his heart like the others did.

When Olive Leaves Fall A Halal Slow-Burn Romance Lina Ameen is not waiting for a love story. She's building a life structured, intentional, and unapologetically faith-rooted. Between coaching women and studying Islamic psychology, her days are busy, focused, and guarded. She's not cold, just cautious. Not loveless, just patient. Then there's Hamza Rafiq. A quiet contractor who shows up to fix a broken boiler and somehow cracks open a part of her she didn't know was locked. He's respectful, grounded, and oddly poetic when he doesn't mean to be. But there's more to him than he lets on and he's not the type to reveal himself easily. As their paths continue to cross in the quietest, most inconvenient ways, what begins as respectful distance slowly becomes something neither of them asked for and both of them fear. But in a world of shallow interactions and rushed emotions, maybe a love built on faith, awkward silences, and mutual growth is worth waiting for. Especially when it begins where all things rooted in barakah begin with sincerity, silence, and a little bit of tea.

"Did you really marry me unwillingly, Haider?" Her voice slightly trembled, tears threatening to fall. All he did was stare, into her eyes with an expression unreadable and let out a sigh. Umul bint Anas -25 years old, a girl lacking confidence, insecure, soft spoken. She never asked for much, just a simple house, a caring husband was all she had dreamed of- Then, the day came, her Nikkah with Haider ibn Sadique -30. Appearance striking. She is trying, to make their marriage work. But is it possible when he seems very uninterested and distant?

AbdurRaheem was supposed to hate that wedding. It was too loud. Too crowded. Too far from the life he understood. If anything, he was just waiting for it to end until he noticed Salsabeel. Salsabeel, who looked like she didn't belong there either. Salsabeel, with aching feet, tired eyes, and a mocktail between her fingers. Salsabeel, who somehow made the whole night feel different. They weren't supposed to matter to each other. It was just a conversation. Just a walk. Just one night. But it didn't stay that way. Because AbdurRaheem leaves. Not by choice. but always suddenly, and without answers. And Salsabeel is left behind, trying to make sense of a man who keeps disappearing without ever explaining why. A soldier and a doctor. Two people who spend their lives saving others but don't quite know how to keep each other. Salsabeel's Captain is about timing that never works, words that come too late, and feelings that refuse to fade. It's about meeting someone once and realizing that somehow, that was enough to change everything.

He was decent, simple, and gentle in nature. Not very religious, but never a bad person. He lived life the way the world moved around him... until he saw her. She was the kind of girl who never compromised on her faith, her boundaries, or her self-respect. There was a modesty in her, a quiet calm, and a firmness of values that can make people stop and think. He kept his distance out of respect- and he never allowed himself to seek anything haram. Still... some feelings are like that- even from afar, they find a place deep within the heart. This is the story of a boy who tries to become a better version of himself... only so he can reach her in a halal way. Meaning: "He wanted to come closer to her... but only in the way Allah allowed." can love exist without stepping into forbidden paths? Yes. It can. But can two people, guided only by intention and respect, truly reach a halal ending? He didn't know the answer... but he was willing to walk the path. But remember this- "Halal paths are difficult... but they carry the greatest blessings."

© All rights reserved In Northern Nigeria,where expectations are louder than dreams . Nuwairah Omar Abbagana (ahlim) a medical student trying to survive grief, responsibility and her Future. Jawad a successful architect, haunted by a past that refuses to stay buried. When their lives are tied together through necessity,neither expects understanding let alone connection. But silence, pressure and shared pain begin to build something neither of them planned. In FADED PAGES we get to know how it all started and how it goes.

Book 1 of Between us series . A story between a broken soul and her healer . A love that heals soul . Elif Jahangir A soft spoken innocent girl . Trapped in a cage tortured broken. Her only dream is to be free . Will she be able to escape? Ashan sheriyar A cold , calm exterior man who doesn't like the idea of unwanted fuss . His way of love is silent. Everything is an exception for her . Loves his family but his actions speak louder than words ever could. . . . Started: 30 August 2025 Ended :

AMEER X AYRA "She was never meant to be the bride. He never wanted a wife. But fate married them anyway.A marriage born out of compulsion. A bond held together by pride, silence, and unspoken wounds. Ayra steps into a life that was never meant to be hers-forced to take her sister's place, carrying the weight of a decision she never made. In Ameer's world, trust is fragile and resentment runs deep, and she quickly learns that being his wife does not mean being accepted. He sees her as a reminder of betrayal. She sees him as the man she has no choice but to endure. But beneath the anger, the clashes, and the carefully maintained distance, something begins to shift. In stolen moments-quiet breakfasts, accidental laughter, a hand that lingers a second too long-walls start to crack. Ameer, once cold and unyielding, finds himself protecting the very person he refused to trust. And Ayra, despite everything she's lost, refuses to let bitterness define her. Yet the past refuses to stay buried. Secrets. Betrayals. Family expectations. And a love that wasn't supposed to exist. In a world where reputation matters more than truth, and loyalty is constantly tested, Ameer and Ayra must decide.... Are they bound only by circumstance... Or is there something real worth fighting for? 💫

Eda Ferit, a famous Turkish fashion designer in London, rules the Muslim fashion world and stands among the city's richest. Her life is luxury, fame, and power until her parents arrange her marriage. Aliyan Rowan, from a respected British Muslim revert family, is a quiet, humble doctor whose world revolves around simplicity and his patients. He suffers from autism. His life shifts the moment he's paired with the glamorous Eda. Two different people. Two different worlds. Can love find its way between them, or will their differences keep them apart?

"It is your choice." He said it the way someone might announce a weather forecast. Flat. Final. Like he was already somewhere else in his mind - already past this conversation, past me. "Either accept my world as it is." A pause. "Or take khul (divorce)." I looked up at him. Emerald eyes - cold as deep water. The kind of cold that doesn't come from temperature, but from depth. My vision blurred at the edges. I blinked hard. Don't you dare. No tears. Ya Allah. Not now. Not in front of him. Not again. But the thing about salt water is, it doesn't wait for permission. One tear. Then another. ---------- Chained to the unyielding weight of high-society traditions - where brides are expected to shimmer in gold and stay silent - Sauda refuses to break. With the Qur'an as her anchor and her dignity as her only armor, she is determined to carve out a place in a world that was never built for her. Standing in her way is Zaid. A cold billionaire with emerald eyes and a heart of flint. A man used to command. A man who has never known the word no. In this battle of wills, Sauda is fighting for her soul. But Zaid has one rule. He does not lose.

In a world where identity is shaped as much by influence as by intention, she has learned to belong everywhere- and nowhere at once. Raised between expectations, peer pressure, and a culture where lines have quietly blurred, she drifts through relationships that demand little and promise less. What began as pressure from those closest to her slowly becomes habit- normalised, accepted, and unquestioned. Until she no longer remembers what it feels like to choose with clarity. He, on the other hand, has built his life on restraint. Detached. Observant. Unmoved by trends that shift with time and voices that speak without grounding. To him, closeness is not something to chase- It is something to be earned, protected, and understood. While others search for connection in fleeting places, he keeps his distance, waiting for something real enough to recognise. Their worlds were never meant to intersect. But when they do, it is not a gentle meeting... It is a collision of perspectives, values, and unresolved truths. She begins to question the life she has been living. He begins to question whether someone like her can ever become someone he could trust his heart with. In a space where beliefs are mixed, intentions are unclear, and emotions are easily influenced, both must confront a difficult reality: Not every thread that reaches out is meant to connect. And not every silence is empty... Some are waiting to be understood.

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumour about a sanctuary. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves, he said, and to others who share our struggle. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... (Complete first book in the Ghuraba' Duology!)