-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met a certain niqabi. She became his Assistant and with a little (okay alot) of sparks and feelings, he fell in love. Except there was much more to the Niqabi then just her poise and posture or intelligence. And he would do anything to call her, his. New bonds, family reunion, shocking pasts and outrageous news- all in one. Welcome to the tale of two hearts, poles apart, The Billionaire and The Niqabi. © scopian_16 2015

#11 in Islam under spiritual (5/1/17) #14 in spiritual (8/2/2016) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• *EDITING- Please bear with me I know it's a difficult read because of how bad its structure is; also since the story is being edited - it may take a while to do so - the plot may not really make sense right now* "The front door opened and in came the monster poopie but without the nincompoop. He leaned on the kitchen island with his cold eyes staring into my glaring ones. "Mum and Dad have called us over for dinner tonight." He said. "Alright. What time?" I asked. "Around 8pm. Dress nicely." He said curtly looking at what I was wearing. I scowled at what he said and went to my room taking Simba with me. I prayed my Asr Salah. And got down to business; of what to wear tonight." Read inside to find out Sophia's and Nadir's story!

"You. Have. To. Marry. Me.. whether willingly or forcefully." He spoke through gritted teeth Kanika closed her eyes to bare the pressure on her wrist. It was just too much now, this arrogant control freak jerk was making her life fall apart.. she can't let him do that. "No, I Will Not. Everything can't be always your way Mr Kapoor. Bloody leave my hand. " Trying to calm his raging temper, he inhaled a long breath and placed his lips on her ears, " I always get what I want sweetheart and you are the very beginning of all my desires. So next time don't push the thin line that am already on. You are going to be mine.. if not by choice then be it Forcefully. Forcefully Mine. ".. and with that he bit her earlobe making her yelp *****************

| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi" => Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016

There is a broken man sitting next to me, but his blinding smile acts as glue to those who glanced at him. I can only see his side profile but I am faced with the unfiltered truth that this man is my husband. We are not in love, but I do not think we even love ourselves. The camera man tells Ahmed to wrap his arms around me for an artful photo. When I feel his strong arms around my waist he turns to look at me, his face so close that our noses touch. "Smile, Aleemah. It is your wedding." When the camera clicks I know that only hatred and misunderstandings stain the picture, and my heart clenches knowing that this man will never love me as I have begun to love him.