He is funny jokes. She is shy smiles. He is sarcastic. She is logistic. He finds positives in life. She finds negatives in life. He is a playground. She is a book. He stares at people, confidently. She stares at the floor, nervously. He is impulsive. She is caution. He is complex. She is simple. He is day. She is night. He is sun. She is moon. He is Mr social. She is Miss shy. They had nothing in common But still their heart rhymed, Because it takes two opposites to harmonize. You'll be surprise to know how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you.

"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.

"Leave me"...I struggled hard ...but his grip was too tight around my waist.. . "Never in a million years....love..... you are mine"he said... . "I'm not your property....that you can claimed as yours...."..I replied with anger in my tone... . "Oh babe..... I know you're not my property.. but you're definitely mine..don't you dare to deny that. you know that what I'm capable of.... right Darling!!???? . That was enough for me to understand.... that what is he talking about!! . _______*****_____ This is the story of a Mafia who is obsessed with a Hijabi.. .. Sorry for the grammatical errors!! Not only Muslim... But also anyone can read my story.... Cause it's a story for everyone.... ......*****-*........ ___________

✨ #1 in halallovestory on 10/30/2020 - 11/17/2020 ✨ "Were you ever, going to tell me about it? How can we be the same after all that's happened?" His shoulders relaxed and his features softened. He came towards me, his warm hands cupping my cheeks. It felt like years since I felt his warm hands on me, making me melt to his touch. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide things from me all this time? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't my love enough?" I stood there with my head low, not able to meet his eyes anymore as my eyes pooled with fresh tears. He moved back withdrawing his hands and stuffing them in his pockets and sighed. "It's done Momina. It's all over now." He said in a dead voice. I looked back at him, tears rolling down my face. I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself and my actions, but his unnerving gaze had me shut up. With this, he turned around and left, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Completed on August 30, 2020

What if one has everything one want in life? Looks, money, influence, power, women and almost everything one want in life? Well, yea, then it will make one more arrogant and invincible. Then what if one losses everything and on the street with nothing but the clothes one is wearing? How can I get everything back? I am Joe, the one who will stop at nothing. My employer Joe who I am sure had hardly seen me is in a mess. His family kind of kicked him out of his own inheritance and money. One thing I am ever thankful for Joe is for the way he treated his maids. He was generous. He helped me when no one else hired me. My gratitude is deep. When Joe spoke to me, I knew the least I can do is provide a home, until he fights back and get his own house. I am Zahra, the house maid at Joe's mansion and currently jobless. ********************************** Also read : A Flower From Heaven (Zahra) story of Billionaire Stuart and Zainab. From hate, to lust to love, story of Robert and Amira.

"You will not meet that man again" He warned her and try to control his anger. "Why should I listen you-" "Because you're my wife don't ever forget that you sealed your faith and destiny with Kabir Kadir khan when you signed on the "NIKHA NAMA"...He pinned her to the wall and she was getting scared of his black brutal eyes. ********** This is a story of a man who follows his own rules but fell in love with a girl at first sight and was compelled to make her his at any cost but he never disrespected her decision and after sealing his faith with her beautiful wife he vowed to protect her.. A story of love, hate, friendship with a happy ending.. ************ ******** 𝒯𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐵𝒶𝒿𝓂 𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓆 𝓀𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓁𝓂𝒶 𝒽𝑜, 𝒰𝓁𝒻𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾 𝒽𝑜 𝒱𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓀 𝓎𝑒𝒽 𝒹𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓎𝒶 𝒽𝑜... 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚..

A battle of love between two people of different world. One is used to having a social and stable life and the other has to work hard in other to have a normal life. " hey Mr, are you stupid or what? If you know you are sick why not go to the hospital. If I wasn't driving a Range Rover my car would have had a scratch at the front . Take your stupid container out of my face, now I'm late for work all because of you. " I shouted at him and people around came closer to see what was the commotion all about and I don't give a damn that I insulted this low life, he deserves it. All this while, he only look stunned at my outburst, I hissed at him and turn to walk away but the stupid man held my arm in a strong hold . He look like he wants to strangle me " Don't ever talk to me like that. I repeat, don't ever shout at me" he angrily gritted out at me and at the same time, his hold on my arm tighten. It really hurt. "Just because, you're privileged to have fancy cars doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that, you spoilt brat. It's people like you that made people like us insult the rich " he shake his head in some worth like pity, for me? . I just look shock at him. How dare this low life insult me like this in public? " if you think you'll be respected just because you are high and mighty, then sweetheart you're wrong. No one would give you the respect you deserve if you don't change this stupid attitude of yours" I slap him right at the face with my other hand. Ride with me to the journey of love between Rahma and sadiq.

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 Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

At mid twenties, Salma moved with an aura of a dignified conduct and self integrity. She had built around herself beautiful walls where she was sorrounded by a great family, a job she loved, few amazing friends and a super cool boyfriend. Her life was good and she couldn't ask for more. Everything came crashing down when a phase in her past stormed back at her, breaking the walls and taking everything away from her, resulting behind a bed-stricken sick mother and an unforgiving disappointed father who shut the doors on her, and worse, she found herself married to the cause of her misery, a man she barely knew, and hatred was one word to describe what she felt for him. Tareeq, an influential industrialist had always been a man of a few words, but somehow, he got a hideous word out which threatened to shatter a family. In a desperate need to right his wrong, he made a rash and irrational decision and now he was married to a girl with a questionable past. He didn't know if he would be able to accept her. She promised to make his life a living hell. Destiny had something else in store for them. Add this book to your library today and join in this roller coaster...

Book One in Royal kingdom SERIES. "Come here..." He said huskily. She gulped and made her way towards him, dare she looked up. "J..ji.." she said standing near his side. He held her hand and pulled her towards him, making her fall on him and gasp. "Aa...aap.." she whispered but she was weak enough with the proximity to not speak further. "Sleep here..."he whispered holding her closer and closing his eyes. Here?? Where the fuck is here?? She shifted to lay on other side. "Here." He said sternly. Making her frown but stop her movements. She laid there snuggling in his warmth in an uncomfortable position but still providing comfort in weird ways. Peep in....🤗💭 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 - 21 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 2021 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 - @with_love_Anu ❤️ #sidnaazforever🖤✨