Muslim Stories

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

Sara Malik, a bright and ambitious young woman, is unexpectedly arranged to marry Zayd Nauman, her professor who is seven year older than her. Her biggest nightmare. Zayd is reserved, consumed by responsibilities. The men who killed his own ambitions for comfort of his parents. Sara is full of life and dreams. She is loud, trouble and full of chaotic energy. The sunshine who can filled every ounce of your life with her brightness. Could they navigate their marriage? Could fate be merciful to them? ☆TROUPS☆ Professor/student Marriage of convenience Forced Marriage Arranged marriage Age gap Mature & immature Grumpy & sunshine

"She was the flower they trampled. She returned as the fire they couldn't touch."

Hazel enters an arranged marriage with Rohan, a man scarred by his past and determined to avoid love. He is her replaced groom. Rohan Idris is most eligible bachelor and most ruthless billionaire in the country, determined to never trust women or fall for their traps due to his past. But fate made him the replaced groom of his half brother's bride. Hazal Rayyan is quite, introvert and shy girl. The kind of girl who believes in fairytales. But she was left shattered on the day that was supposed to be biggest day of her life. Could they heal eachother? Or would the fate be proved good or worse by bringing them together? ☆TROUPS ☆ Replaced groom Marriage of Convenience Slow Burn Soft Romance Cold MMC Shy and reserved FMC

She always thought she knew her story, the lonely daughter, the only child, the one who never had a sibling to fight with or lean on, but destiny had other plans One unexpected day, a truth came crashing down on her, a truth powerful enough to shake her whole world She wasn't alone She had 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 Not one.....not two.....but 𝙨𝙞𝙭 of them Six strangers......bound to her by blood On the other side, those six brothers had lived their whole lives without knowing a sister even existed and now, when their worlds collide, everything changes hearts, identities and the meaning of family Will they welcome her with open arms? Or will the truth turn into a storm none of them are ready to face.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ A harmless lie turned heartbeats and home ʚଓ Wajdan ༯ Sawera In your twenties, a gentleman will call you his wife to get out of a situation, and it's very important that you play along.

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

Marriage Series: Book 1 She sat on the edge of the bed alone in her room, the heavy red bridal dress weighing more than her shoulders. Her hands adorned with mehendi designs, trembled slightly anxious echoing in her heart She looked down at her mehendi stained hands again.The dark color glowed against her skin,people say the darker the stain, the deeper t..he love of the one you marry. Suddenly she got a call from someone,she quickly received it and about to say something just then she heared a cold voice on the another side of the call. "Hello" Someone said. She held her breath her heart fluttered for a moment. "Hello!?"Someone spoke again. Airah somehow manages to speak in a low sweet voice "Hello" Someone did not speak for sometime nor she tried to there was a utter silence between them. "Mai Haroon baat kar rha hoon"Someone finally spoke. Someone? Haroon. ______________________________ "Shut the F*ck up She was a shameless women who ran away with someone,we don't even know if you are Bade Papa child or not!!" Airah slapped him hard on his face tears rolled from his cheeks,He looked at her with deadly eyes. "How dare you say something like that!"She said to him with tearful eyes. Suddenly he hit his both hands on the wall in anger,she flinched in fear tears kept streaming down from her cheeks, suddenly he pull her harshly by waist she got bumped by his hard rock chest and hissed in pain. He harshly attached his lips to her and started kissing her roughly she cried in pain and tried to push him,but he tighten his grip on her waist and kissed her like an animal,It wasn't love the kiss was filled with hatred and despise. _______________ Haroon took slow steps towards her,it was not the first time he was going to look at her but whenever he look at her she get nervous. He looked at her and everything thing stopped there for him.... HE LOOKED AT HER. LOOKED AT HER.. LOOKED AT HER.. FORGOT TO BLINK.... Welcome to the journey of Airah♡Haroon!!!

Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you are interested in knowing her story read and find out ;)

What happens when two people got together because they had to and not because they wanted to? * * Meerub Raza, a free spirit 20 yera old with lively dreams and finding love like in her books, suddenly finds her life turned upside down when she founds out her grandfather is dying and he wishes to marry her with not just anyone- to Asad Idris, a self made businessman nearly a decade older than her. * * Asad at 32, has never found any time to think about love. He had a brother to take care of and money to earn. He agress th the marriage for the sake of the man who saw him when no one did. But yet he never expected her- young, impulsive and stubborn and full of life. Thrown into a compromising situation neither of them wanted- How does these two find love? When love isn't the reason, can love still be the outcome? To know.. Stay tuned.

someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love... This the story about two lovers, two siblings (cousins), two wounded souls, two healing hearts, two struggling time spans, two who abide by the rules and finally the two who need each other.. Will they be able to make it? They are so different aren't they then how? And why? A fight! A fight together. And for the love of lord by her and for the love towards her by him. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。 #1 pictures #1 inenglish #1 muslim #1 salah #1 whippedforher #1 funtime ⚠️ Copyright Notice ⚠️ "Fazal and Noor ki Fehmiyan" is my original work © [2024] [Arcane] All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, reposted, or translated without my written consent.

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 .

Aarib Suleman left for cricket training at seventeen-with every intention of coming back. He just didn't expect "a little distance" to turn into ten years of silence. Now 27 and back in the city, he's a sports star with unresolved guilt, a messy bond with his father... and a best friend who now looks at him like he's a bad memory in jeans. Nawal Yasir has a cozy cafe, a whole lot of sass, and zero interest in giving him an easy way back into her life. But some connections don't fade-no matter how much time, fame, or silence comes in between. - Read only if fluent in Urdu/Hindi. This is a Muslim love story however my characters are not perfect Muslims.

Being a woman in the society Ameera lives in isn't so easy. Every choice is judged, every small misstep remembered, and criticism follows her even when it is undeserved. Especially Growing up with a father whose control shaped her fears as much as her faith. But some limits were not made to be obeyed Follow the journey of Ameera as she manages to break and go beyond all the boundaries set for her as a female and fight for the rights she deserves, all while finding her true love and the people she gets to call family forever. The Life She Chose is a story about womanhood, belief, love, and the courage it takes to live honestly in a world determined to silence you.

This Book will contain questions related only to Ramadan, and you can comment your answer in the question chapter. Whoever gives the correct answer will receive a shout-out in both chapter and message board. The purpose is not to create hype - but to remind every Muslim "Ramadan is a guest, and the guest is welcomed with that which has been asked i.e., prescribed forms of worship." May Allah allow us to enter the month of Ramadan 🌙

"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙." "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬-𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦; 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦... 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝑸𝑼𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑳 𝑯𝑨𝑰." 𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘢𝘩. 𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥-𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯... 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪

~Muntazar | to expect; to wait anxiously for Walk with Zayan and Azah through the memory lane of the past two years, as a journey comes to an end. The end of their school life. How they made memories that will last a lifetime and friends that are worth dying for, and how they drift apart for the sake of their futures. And then reunite again ? How they wait for each other's love. Follow along and live their delusions and misconceptions while they try to figure out life. Read how distance strengthens their bond and makes them inseperable. How pure love and innocence can still exist if only you find the right person, or rather if they find you. The story starts on their farewell day and continues as a flashback of their highschool years and then we see them in the present, choosing different paths but eventually coming to the same destination. Note: This is my first time ever writing a story , so please ignore any mistakes or grammatical errors 🙏 . Hope you enjoy.

To my future wife... (Patta cringe me, advice no read 😂)

In Jakarta, Dija is a sharp, relentless production manager who trusts systems, efficiency, and hard-earned control, yet struggles to make room for love in her life. Ilyas is a soft-spoken training assistant, steady in faith and careful with his words, carrying financial strain and a health condition that make him hesitant to pursue marriage. They move to different rhythms, see the world through different lenses, and have different reasons for staying single, yet a quiet pull of faith keeps drawing them toward the same path. When they meet in Puncak, a mountain retreat where nature and spirituality intertwine, the noise of the city falls away. In the cool air beneath a sky scattered with stars, where prayer settles more deeply in the heart, their guarded worlds begin to soften. Conversations stretch. Silences carry meaning. And what begins as an unexpected encounter starts to feel like a question neither of them can ignore. Will their connection unfold into romance, or fade as gently as it began? An Act of Worship is a tender, faith-laced love story where hearts unfold gently, and romance is enriched and guided by the light of Qur'anic verses and Prophetic teachings.

Based on 1970s Pakistani Punjabi x Indian Punjabi Qudrat has spent her life being looked through. As the eldest daughter, she learned early that love comes with conditions, silence comes with praise, and responsibility never asks if you're tired. She carries a house that is not gentle, memories that are not kind, and expectations that were never meant for someone her age. She is not allowed to choose herself. Not in a world where duty comes first. Not in a world where girls are taught to endure, not dream. Then there's the boy with green eyes. Zahir knows what fire takes. He watched it steal his parents, burn his past, and leave him standing in the smoke with nothing but survival in his hands. He does not believe in safe things. He does not believe in staying. And yet, somehow, he stays when he looks at her. He sees Qudrat - not the responsibility, not the role, not the silence she perfected - but the girl underneath it all. And he doesn't look away. What happens when love asks for more than you're allowed to give? When choosing yourself feels like betrayal? When a boy who escaped one fire walks willingly into another? This is a story about duty versus desire. About girls who are raised like anchors. About boys who are made of ashes and hope. About love that does not arrive gently - but still feels like home. Some fires destroy. Some teach you how to burn without disappearing. - - - - - - - - - - - - Mujhko Ghazal padhne ka shaukh tha, Usko Ghazal ban ne ka shaukh tha.