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Hey guys! AsSalaamualaikum!!! So I am a new writer on Wattpad and all this is completely new for me so please bear with me. I'm so excited to write my own story and am going along with the ride just like you guys! I really do hope you all give my story a chance and keep up with it. I'd love to hear from you guys. Write what you think, but PLEASE try to not give me a hard time with hate. Wattpad is supposed to be a welcoming community! :) Anyways, I love comments and constructive criticism so hit me with what you've got. BUT NO HATE! That's all I ask. Thank you for giving my story and me a chance. Enjoy!

Nouran Bayaan Hameed is 21 years old and a graduate of Boston University with her BSN. Working in a hospital as an RN tires her daily but her dream is to become a specialized nurse practitioner. She loves her family more than anything. Living with her mom, older brother and his wife, and her younger sister fills all the missing gaps. When she's not working 12 hour shifts or studying, she reads, listens to music, spends time with her family, or pretends to listen to all the things her best friend has to say about anything and everything. She's an introvert, ambitious, and more than anything independent. Everyone gushes over how beautiful she is but she doesn't see it all. To her, she's plain with big chocolate colored ostrich egg eyes framed with lashes, lashes she thinks aren't long enough, long silky chestnut brown hair that flows to her mid-back, baby pink tinged skin, and bar stool legs girls would kill for. However, none of that matters to her, she ignores the conversations her relatives have about her future and marriage and only cares about her family, aspiring her dreams, and keeping her relationship with Allah forever strong.

Mohammed Izhar Khan is 25 years old and the CEO of his own company. He graduated from high school when he turned 15 and from college with his Master's at 21 from Columbia University. Yeah, he is extremely smart and every parent's dreams. Yet he hates all the acknowledgement and praise that he gets for being such a smart young man, and one of the elite bachelor's in the community. Girls fling themselves at him and yet he ignores all of them. Pretty or not, they weren't the "one." He's handsome, swoon worthy, lovable, and religious. His mom and sisters are bound to get him married and his dad can only shake his head at them. For him, it was his work, his beautiful family, and his best friend and guide, Allah- though he'd never tell Adam that he wasn't his best friend.

When these two cross paths, hearts don't stop beating, and violins don't start playing. However, a half empty grande frappuccino gets wasted and a black fitted Armani suit gets ruined. Forget violins, tigers are roaring somewhere in the Saharan Dessert and cows are flying in the North Pole. Hop on the train to see where Izhar and Nouran take you, will they take you together or leave you stranded across the country? Well, hopefully you'll find out.

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