Muslim Stories

Кιѕι Jαηαм Мєι Тυ Нσgα Мєяα✨ Ｓａｉｊａｄ Ａｌａｍ 💖 An extrovert who enlightens everyone's heart just by his presence. He doesn't talks to girls or you can say just ignores them. But still his heart is pulled by one person and for whom his heart and eyes soften his "tulip" aka zara. He is a person who gives a very bad boy kind of vibe or you can say he literally is...just for his youngesters and at his school. He teases Zara every time. But one thing he never forgets that his family and Zara' s family doesn't share a good bond... Ｚａｒａ Ｑｕｒ e ｓｈｉ💗 A soft extrovert bubbly girl with pure heart she loves SAIJAD since she was 4 unknown to the fact that what love really meant at that age. She loves to tease him and fights with him. She loves him unconditionally without breaking any boundaries. She can't confess her love because of her and saijad's family problems theri family are not at good terms. 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚢𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚕-𝚎-𝚍𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚓𝚊𝚢𝚎 𝚔𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎 𝚚𝚊𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖...✨😭 ~Zara aka author. Will Zara and Saijad end up Together or fate has other plans for them... To know more about their love and struggles dive in the prem kahani of their love... This story is the real lovestory of the author. She never got her love so she wanted to write a book in which at least they end up together... ©All copyrights reserved to the author. This book will start from Feb 2026.

Trope: ✓ marriage of convenience ✓ hate-to-love ✓ slow-burn ✓ Muslim characters/love story ✓ Bad boy/good girl ✓ Second chance ✓ Billionaire romance Characters: Laiba Hayat Hussain(female protagonist) Sarah Haider Ahmed(best friend of Laiba) Zeeshan Obeid Othman(male protagonist) Aariz Obeid Othman(second male protagonist and cousin of Zeeshan) Areesha Obeid Othman(twin of Aariz) Burhaan Obeid Othman(Younger brother of Aariz) Habeeba Qadar(cousin of the Othmans) Maha Qadar (cousin of the Othmans) Essa Qadar(cousin of Othmans)

Zaigham Khan lives by order. CEO of Khan Enterprises. 29 years old. Cold, measured, and dangerously disciplined. His world runs on rules, strict timelines, sharper silences, and the firm belief that emotions are distractions. Zoya Khan is chaos wrapped in sunshine.22 years old. Loud, carefree, and charming. She laughs too easily, talks without filters, and lives like life's a moving swing. But what happens when destiny knots two mismatched hearts into a bond neither saw coming? Tropes: Age Gap Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage (Cultural Context) Slow Burn Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract

Zayden Khan - 28, the powerful and ever-controlled heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on rules, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - but behind those calm eyes hides a storm he never lets out. Especially when it comes to her. Arshiya Shaik - 18, the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - and unknowingly, claimed by one man since childhood. Bound by a nikah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence - yet tied by something deeper than blood. She was his peace... And he, her unspoken possession. Humiya_writez

What happens when two people got together because they had to and not because they wanted to? * * Meerub Raza, a free spirit 20 yera old with lively dreams and finding love like in her books, suddenly finds her life turned upside down when she founds out her grandfather is dying and he wishes to marry her with not just anyone- to Asad Idris, a self made businessman nearly a decade older than her. * * Asad at 32, has never found any time to think about love. He had a brother to take care of and money to earn. He agress th the marriage for the sake of the man who saw him when no one did. But yet he never expected her- young, impulsive and stubborn and full of life. Thrown into a compromising situation neither of them wanted- How does these two find love? When love isn't the reason, can love still be the outcome? To know.. Stay tuned.

Marriage Series: Book 1 She sat on the edge of the bed alone in her room, the heavy red bridal dress weighing more than her shoulders. Her hands adorned with mehendi designs, trembled slightly anxious echoing in her heart She looked down at her mehendi stained hands again.The dark color glowed against her skin,people say the darker the stain, the deeper t..he love of the one you marry. Suddenly she got a call from someone,she quickly received it and about to say something just then she heared a cold voice on the another side of the call. "Hello" Someone said. She held her breath her heart fluttered for a moment. "Hello!?"Someone spoke again. Airah somehow manages to speak in a low sweet voice "Hello" Someone did not speak for sometime nor she tried to there was a utter silence between them. "Mai Haroon baat kar rha hoon"Someone finally spoke. Someone? Haroon. ______________________________ "Shut the F*ck up She was a shameless women who ran away with someone,we don't even know if you are Bade Papa child or not!!" Airah slapped him hard on his face tears rolled from his cheeks,He looked at her with deadly eyes. "How dare you say something like that!"She said to him with tearful eyes. Suddenly he hit his both hands on the wall in anger,she flinched in fear tears kept streaming down from her cheeks, suddenly he pull her harshly by waist she got bumped by his hard rock chest and hissed in pain. He harshly attached his lips to her and started kissing her roughly she cried in pain and tried to push him,but he tighten his grip on her waist and kissed her like an animal,It wasn't love the kiss was filled with hatred and despise. _______________ Haroon took slow steps towards her,it was not the first time he was going to look at her but whenever he look at her she get nervous. He looked at her and everything thing stopped there for him.... HE LOOKED AT HER. LOOKED AT HER.. LOOKED AT HER.. FORGOT TO BLINK.... Welcome to the journey of Airah♡Haroon!!!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

An arranged marriage bound them by words, not hearts. Maria thought he'd never care, never look twice. Umer's silence breaks - replaced by something deeper, fiercer, and possessive. Because sometimes love doesn't speak - it shows. Maria slipped away from the crowd after that small encounter, her heart still unsteady. She found a quiet spot near the entrance, where the fairy lights cast soft golden patterns across the marble floor. Her mehndi had dried now - dark, beautiful, her husband's name hidden inside the design only she knew where. She was trying to calm her thoughts when two aunties approached, all dressed in glittering sarees and heavy smiles. "Oh mashallah, you're such a beautiful girl!" one of them said warmly, looking her up and down. "Whose daughter are you, beta?" Maria smiled politely. "I'm... from Umer's family." "Oh really?" the other aunty's eyes lit up. "Then you must be his cousin? You're not married yet, right?" Maria hesitated. Her voice caught for a second - she didn't know how to explain, especially since Umer was always distant around others. Before she could answer, a voice came from behind. Calm. Deep. Certain. "She's my wife." The words silenced everything around her. Even the aunties blinked, surprised, turning to see Umer standing there - his sherwani collar slightly undone, eyes focused only on her.

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama. -- CRINGE AF

In English - After her father's death, Aayat's world shattered completely. Her mother remarried, and within a few months, her affection began to lean more toward Aayat's stepsister than Aayat herself. Slowly, love turned into resentment. Her faith in affection, in relationships in love itself - faded away. Aayat made a promise to herself, she would take everything back from her sister. The peace, the love, the happiness... everything that was once hers. Just like her sister had taken it all away from her. But destiny had its own cruel plans, on the path of revenge, she found the very love she once swore to destroy... a love she mistook for her enemy, but that love had already been written as her fate. -- In Roman English - Apne baba ke death ke baad, Aayat ki duniya bikhar gayi. Mumma ne dusri shaadi ki, aur kuch hi mahino me unka pyaar Aayat se zyada uski step-sister ki taraf jhuk gya. Dheere-dheere use pyaar se hi nafrat hogyi. Use mohabbat se umeed hi khatam hogyi. Aayat ne thaan liya tha, ab wo apni behan se sab kuch cheen legi. Wo sukoon, wo pyaar, wo khushi... sab. Jaise uski behan ne usse cheena tha. Par naseeb ke khel alag hote hain - inteqam ke raste me use mili wo mohabbat, jise wo dushman samajh baithi thi... lekin wo uski taqdeer ban chuki thi.

Jab ya do apas ma takrenga tuo kya hoga ?? Ek jawla mukhi hai tuo dusra bawndar Ek asman hai tuo dusra jameen ..... Kya Nandini Mirza Or NAWAB Manik sheikh Ek ho payenga??

کـە مـن هـی ئـەو بم و ئـەتـۆش هـی ئـەوێـکـی تـر چ بـکـەیـن؟ بـە گـوێـرەیـی یـاسـایـی قـورئـانـیـش لـەو دنـیـاشـدا بـەیـەکـ نـاگـەیـن.

"Some pass by - she pauses my entire world." _______________________________ She was the one who named him Musa, but Allah was the One guiding that choice. I wasn't meant to find him. And he... wasn't searching for faith. But somewhere between silence and stolen glances, we met - where love wasn't allowed. He didn't belong to my world. And I didn't fit in his. They called him forbidden. I was punished for feeling. In a world where love and destiny collide, her quiet prayers become the heartbeat of his world-two souls bound by faith, tested by trials, and forever changed by the moments they never saw coming. This is not just a love story. It is a story of boundaries, faith, resistance... and a heart that bled quietly in both distance and devotion. It is about a girl who held her prayer beads tighter when the world fell apart. And a boy who found Allah in the reflection of her pain. To the reader: May you feel seen, healed, and protected by His light.

~ when the curtains close, & the truth unfolds ~ • a book where you experience roller coaster of emotions and break dance of plot twists which will shatter you as well as heal you as it is a mixed recipe of delusion and reality • || a halal slowburn romance book ||

Sun tashi a gida ɗaya! Gida da ke cike da so, kulawa, da farin ciki. A ƙarƙashin kulawar Ammi, an raina su kamar ahali na jini ɗaya, suna rayuwa cikin kauna da fahimtar juna. Ga Sukainah, shi din a koyaushe Yaya ne. Babban yayanta. Wanda take jin daɗin rayuwa take da shi. Wanda yake kareta daga kowani cutarwa ko bacin rai. Ba ta taɓa tunanin wani abu dabam ba. Ba ta taɓa ganin sa fiye da Yaya ba. Amma da lokaci ya fara ja, girma ya fara zuwa masu, suka fara mallakan hankulan su, sai abubuwa suka fara canzawa. Wata xafafiyar soyayya ta fara tasowa a zukatansu-son da basu fahimta da wuri ba, mai dauke da haɗari kuma mai wuyar ficewa. A cikin gidan da aka gina da kauna da tarbiyya, zukata suka fara rikicewa. Muhammad Turad ya tsinta kansa cikin wata irin fitinanniyar kauna ga kanwar sa dasuke uwa ɗaya. yarinyar da ya raina da hannayen sa cike da kauna, ya kuma tarairaya cike da gata. A yau ita ce yake wa so fiye da irin ta yan'uwan taka. So irin na aure! Ya zama wajibi sukainah ta fuskanci gaskiyar da ba ta taɓa zato ba, yayin da Muhammad Turad ke ƙoƙarin yaƙi da abin da yake ji. Domin a wajen sa wannan ba so bane musiba ce! Idan kauna ta taso a inda bai dace ba, laifi ne ko kuwa jarabawa? This is Muhammad Turad Malabo & Sukainah Malabo's love story. Written with love so deep, Oum Norry ❣️

In a marriage where words go unspoken, a woman must navigate love, doubt, and the secrets that linger between them.

I'm a simp for him and not many people make an x Muslim Reader.Since I'm aalso a muslim myself,so I make my own story.Anyway enjoy I gues. =D

The city doesn't shout. It watches. It remembers. Fatima Bugaje arrives with ambition, an NYSC khaki, and a refusal to shrink herself. Love is not part of the plan until two men step into her path. Imran Abubakar Gaya is ease and warmth. He shows up, listens, and makes life feel lighter. Fuad Muhammad is control and silence. He challenges her, unsettles her, and never explains himself. She meets them before titles. Before power. Before the truth. Caught between comfort and confrontation, Fatima must decide what kind of love she's willing to choose and what kind of woman she refuses to stop being. Built on Quiet Fire is a slow-burn romance about ambition, identity, and desire in spaces where power speaks softly but changes everything

Here are some funny anecdotes about the Prophet ﷺ and his companions✨️