She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

"I promised my heart to a girl from my past. I never expected a woman in the rain to make me want to break that promise." On the darkest day of his life, at his father's funeral, Azeem Malik met a girl he never forgot. Quiet. Gentle. Unforgettable. She handed him her handkerchief... and disappeared. He never learned her name. Never saw her again. But some memories refuse to fade. And fate rarely asks for permission. 🌧️🌧️🌧️ Years later, another woman crashes into his carefully controlled world. Zoya Mirza. Soft-hearted. Stubborn. Quietly strong. After spending her entire life being treated like a disappointment for not being the son society wanted, Zoya has learned how to carry her pain with a smile. Azeem should keep his distance because she was never supposed to matter. But somehow, little by little, she starts taking a place in his heart that was never meant for anyone else. How do you fall in love when your heart already belongs to someone from the past? As old wounds begin to heal and unexpected bonds bring people closer together, Azeem finds himself caught between the memory he never let go of and the woman standing right in front of him. Will he keep holding on to the past? Or risk everything for the future Allah may have written for him? A story about faith, family, healing, destiny and the people Allah writes into your life long before you understand why. Trope: 🌧️ Muslim Romance 🌧️ Slow Burn 🌧️ He Falls First 🌧️ Secret Longing 🌧️ Family Secrets 🌧️ Protective MMC 🌧️ Soft FMC #1 latest (20.05.26) #1 Afghan (27.03.26) #11 muslimlovestory (27.04.26) #3 rain (01.07.26) #7 emotionalromance (27.02.26) #2 newauthor (10.03.26) #7 Nikkah (16.04.26) #5 halalromance (25.03.26) #4 muslim (20.04.26) #9 muslimromance (08.06.26)

"You ruin my peace." "And you take three hours to get ready." From playful arguments and endless teasing to moments that quietly steal their hearts, Hiba Siddiqui and Zaroon Durrani never expected to become part of each other's story. She's sunshine, laughter, and beautiful chaos. He's calm, collected, and far too serious for his own good. They clash. They annoy each other. And somehow, they keep finding their way back to one another. Between family, faith, dreams, and the little moments that matter most, they discover that love isn't always grand gestures and fairy tales. Sometimes, it's the person who makes you smile when you're trying not to. And sometimes, the one who ruins your peace becomes the one you never want to live without. ♡ A slow-burn Muslim romance filled with family, laughter, faith, and love.

"You're late," Mehrish uttered. Her voice was even. He glanced at his watch. "I had an emergency call. You're the least important thing on my calendar today." He stated it flat. "Good," she replied. "Then I won't waste it. I need this said face to face." He signaled the waiter with two fingers. "Coffee. Black." Then he looked at her. His eyes stayed on her nose ring for long. "Say it." Mehrish folded her hands on the table. Her knuckles were white. "Tell everyone you're not interested. Tell everyone that you refuse this rishta. Say it clearly. In front of them." "And why would I do that?" He asked, leaning back in the chair. Then he smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. It was the same smile he used in boardrooms when someone asked for a discount he wouldn't give. "You want me to perform a rejection for you. That's a lot of drama for a girl I met twice." "It's not drama," Mehrish countered. "It's closure. For both of us." "There is no us," He declared. "So there's nothing to close. I'll handle things my way." Mehrish exhaled through her nose. "Your way is silence" He finally took a sip of coffee. It was too hot. He didn't react. "You want a clear no? You have it. I'm not marrying you. That's honest." "Honest would be saying it to her face," Mehrish insisted. She stood up. The couple at table five looked up. "But you won't. Because it's easier to let me be the bad guy." "Mehrish," He called out. He stood too but didn't follow. "Don't walk out like this. We're having a conversation." "No," she shot back. "We're not. I asked once. You refused. I'm done requesting" She turned and walked towards the door. Then she stopped. She didn't turn all the way. Just her head, just enough for him to see her profile. The whole café seemed to hold its breath. Mehrish's voice dropped. Low. "Suno" (listen) He turned his head. His eyes met hers, but stopped at the nose ring. Mehrish delivered it once. Clear. Cold. "Bhad me jao tum" (you just go to hell)

> "𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆...." 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. Kufr means "denial." The Kalima is the word by which you accept Allah and His Messenger from your heart and bring faith in them. This story is for those who think that Allah's trials are a form of rejection. When they don't receive something they desire, they become upset with Allah. They don't realize that perhaps there is wisdom in it, that maybe what they wanted could have been harmful for them. Even when they cry, beg, and shed tears, if Allah withholds something, there must be a reason. This story is for those who feel as if Allah has abandoned them midway, for those who believe that when Allah takes away someone or something they love, it must be because He is punishing them or doesn't love them. But the truth is it is never like that! Allah only tests us as much as we can bear. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔. >𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑶𝒇 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒊𝒎, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐. { 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞:𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐫𝐝𝐮 }

RAAH-E-JANNAT (راه جنت ) A journey of sabr, sacrifice, and silent love... By :- Zara Hayat •Kuch raaz waqt ke saath khulte hain... aur Kuch zakhm sirf hidayat se bharte hain.. Raah-e-Jannat ek aisi kahani hai jahan imtihaan hain, jazbaat hain, aur ek talaash hai - us roshni ki jo dil ko sukoon deti hai... Genre: Emotional Drama | Islamic Fiction | Mystery Love & Redemption Language: Urdu/Hinglish mix