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WARNING: THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITING (Book I in broken series) "What are you doing on my bed? Get down right now." He growled. i got startled and tears started flowing uncontrollably. "I...I'm so.. sorry... Khala she.. she said i-i could sit on the bed. " I stuttered. "Look here you wench. Don't blame my mother for this. Now get up from my bed and stay away from my room." He yelled. "But- But I'm your wife." I said meekly. "YOU ARE NOT MY WIFE AND YOU'LL NEVER BE MY WIFE." He growled. This is my wedding night..... ** This is the story of Iman Abassi a beautiful girl who lost her parents at the age of 4, now living with her uncle, who is only interested in the wealth his late brother left for Iman. Life of Iman wasn't easy. She gets beaten up on a daily basis. Her aunty only favors her own children and they all treat Iman terribly. Iman suffered for 14years until a day of salvation came for her or so she thought. I'm not good at descriptions but i promise you won't regret reading this. This is a Muslim story but non Muslims can read it too. Started: September 15, 2021 Ended: January 29, 2023 Ranked #41 in Islam out of #9.12k stories Ranked 7# in spiritual

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

Completed ✔️ Book one of the Hearts Entwined series ♡♡♡ I looked around to see where Zaidan had disappeared and when my eyes finally met his. He had raging fire in his eyes that made me take a step back in fear. "What did I d..do?" I stuttered A loud slap echoed through the living room and I felt a stinging sensation on my left cheek, tears immediately blurred my my sight and my gaze remained fixed on a single spot on the floor. "You married the wrong person! I'm not who you think I am. I am going to make your life so miserable that you are going to beg me for divorce. Stay out of my way. Don't come near me. Don't pretend you care. Don't touch my stuff! Pretend like a perfect couple in front of our families so that I can take over the companies with ease! TELL MY SISTER A SINGLE THING AND YOU'LL REGRET BEING BORN! I'm not your husband so don't try to care like a wife to me. You are nothing but a sl*t. You disgust me Ameera and I hate you and I'll always hate you so STAY AWAY FROM MY SIGHT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He grabbed my chin making me look into his rage filled eyes, I could barely nod before everything went dark. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ameera, a 23 year old med student, who came from a family where love and unity blossomed like tulips in a tulip field. She is arranged to marry the man of her dreams, or she thought so. Zaidan is a 25 year old CEO of his dad's company, and is the total opposite of Ameera, he hates his family, and is a ruthless, cold-hearted jerk. What happens when two opposites are intertwined together? What happens when their rage filled souls reunite once again after one of them takes off during a difficult period in time. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 🤍

#Book one of 'Power' series. "Go with the peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked scanning it. "No! It tastes better" my eyes widened and I look at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~A blend of fun and tease~ "Kitni mohabbat karti hain aap mujhse?" I asked as she carefully bandaged my wounds. "Kabhi aapko chahne se fursat mili to sochungi". Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~A tale of pure love~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine and you. You dare to do it everytime." I snarled and he smiled. "My fiesty lioness". He whispered, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness". He grinned and I closed my eyes in frustration. ~If one is fury, the other is rage~ "SHE IS MINE. Touching her is something afar, every person who looks at her will never see the light again". I growled dangerously staring into his eyes, my anger palpable. "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again". I gritted my teeth leaving her wrist with a jerk. ~Where madly obsession exists~ ♡ Hug me so tight that all of my broken pieces will fall into place! My demons kneel in front of you! ♡ Tune in to know! What happens when Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan? Their unexpected forced marriage! Two people with immense power and hidden unhealed scars. Will they overcome their fears and fall for each other? Will their Love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obsession? Where who fell first and who fell harder doesn't matter! All that matters is, THEY BELONG TO EACH OTHER. Join this marvellous journey, and tune in to know what happens? When fury meets rage! When Fire meets Ice! 🥇 in Sarvottam awards! #1 in Peace [15/2/25] #1 in Islamic [3/4/25]

#1 in spiritual in 16/6/2019 Previously known as " My very own hijabi" Two young people finding shelter within each other from the world and its evils Jannah Mohamed is not your typical hijabi, she is an introvert, her traumatic past has turned her into the person she is today. Her senior year was supposed to be a regular year if it wasn't for a stupid bet. James Wayne is your typical filthy rich popular bully whose money and extreme good looks help him get away with everything he does. Jannah will teach him that he can't get everything he wants. What happens when two worlds collide?! Teaser " Because....because you like me, I know that you like me, but you are trying to suffocate your feelings, you are trying to bury them under the mountain of disappointments you have in your life, you are acting like you don't care, but you do care, very much actually, more than I can imagine, more than anybody can imagine, that's why you always try your best to hide it very Well, I know you care because I can see the spontanous smile that is drawn on your face once you see me, the luster in your eyes When you see me, I know this because I see myself in them, and this is the only reflection of myself that I like, that I love " he said, as tears kept playing at the corners of his eyes. I was speechless, my mind has betrayed me, I just stood there starring at him as he ran away, I couldn't even ask him to stop or come back for me, he just ran away, like a prey from a predator, and I felt guilty about it, he was my victim. High ranks: reached #12 in highschool in 12/6/2019 out of 219k #4 in nerd out of 29k #1 in spiritual in 16/6/2019 Not Cliche I promise👌, crowded with Plot twists, joyful moments and heartbreaks. You will laugh, cry and fall in love with the characters. Ps: It's a fictional story, don't take inspirations from it. Real love comes with marriage 👍. It's a story for all religions, races, and countries. You are all welcome.

Previously known as: I'll never forgive you Maryam Junaid, a pious, confident young Muslimah who lost her parents in a fire at the age of ten. As the little girl wandered the dangerous streets of New York, she was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the foster home of the Mehmoods. At the young age of 12, she had already gone through a lot. Abuse, harassment, humiliation, you name it. Life was tough but things took a turn for the better when the sweet Saleh couple stumbled upon her. Liking Maryam's sensibility and piety, they ask for her hand in marriage for their only son; Abdullah Saleh. Knowing that it was the only way out of her misery, she gladly accepted and despite her foster family's disapproval, started her life as the Saleh family's daughter-in-law and the wife of Abdullah Saleh, a stranger. Abdullah Saleh, the famous workaholic, charming, young CEO of Saleh textiles. His intense gaze, raven straight hair, and pale creamish skin weren't one to go unnoticed. Partying, girlfriend and work were his main goals in life and nothing could change that. He was pretty content until a little girl who liked to act snobby and confident, forcefully entered his life. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement. They say polars attract but this couple just didn't click. The bond of marriage between the two, binding them together created a big clash. And one thing was for sure, it wasn't pretty. __________________________________ Note: The credit for the images used in the cover goes to however made them. I just took them from the internet and piled them together to make a suitable cover. Thank you. Bubbs out!

"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.

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A �������� Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

A spinoff of Her Replaced Husband #Ideally to be read after HRH 🔴Not a Standalone Mastoorah The nice, upright, and assertive girl who always finds herself distant from everyone around her. Her mother's death has a strong influence on her and that's the reason why she always remains in a small boundary of herself. Her life was going on a thin line until she met people who made her see a different version of life. She makes friends, she gets new relationships and she understands the new meaning of having ties until she comes across the biggest reality of her life. Love, hate, relations, and friendship. What Mastoorah will choose in the end? Iyad Being a beloved son of his parents and, a pampered brother of his elder sister and twin brother, Iyad is an easygoing, sweet, and funny guy. He didn't know what love was until he saw her. But along with love, there begins the battle of ego, hatred, and broken ties too. What Iyad will choose in the end? Start Date:15.02.2024 End Date: 17.04.2024

{Book One: Abdallah series} "I'm sorry jawad" I stammered feeling his warm breath fanning my face, and his dark eyes boring into mine, with hate evident on his face. He pinned me against the wall once again, looking straight into my eyes. A warm tears made it way down my chin, which I had no strength in stopping them. "It's too late to say sorry my dearest wife" he whispered holding me roughly by the waist. At that moment I know I'm in deep trouble. _____ He is selfish and only think about himself. He doesn't care if it'll trouble the people around him. Jawad return from his journey when he gets the news of him getting married or he loses his position of being the heir to his father's company. Farah a beautiful and kindhearted woman, with a nice and loving family. When a marriage proposal came for her, she knew her life is about to change. As she has no opposition about marriage, she agrees to marry the man her parents choose for her. Two opposite are tied in an arranged marriage. Will they keep their differences aside? And make their marriage work? Follow the story of Farah & Jawad Started: 27th October 2018 Completed: 1st January 2020 ©2019 [[word count: 40,000 - 50,000 words]] #7 in marriage 11/10/2020 #1 in wattpadromance 25/09/2020 #7 in spiritual 16/07/2020 #9 in Billionaire on 15/02/2020 #126 in Romance on 19/01/2020 #1 in Islam 28/12/2019 #2 in muslimstory 29/12/2019