S T A R T E D O N:

September 2016

August 2017

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The previous covers were made by the very talented and

All credits to these two and well I absolutely love them ♥

So new story up here finally.

I hope you like it.

Please don't be a silent reader. 😘

Also I'll be grateful if you share it with the others since I don't know how to promote stories ☺

"Why don't you leave me?" I shouted, trying to mask away the fear that filled inside of me this time.

"Oh Darling I wish I could." He smirked, almost leaning onto me. I could still feel the authority in his husky arrogant voice. I could easily feel his warm breath fanning my face. The only sound audible right now was that of my rapidly beating heart. He was hovering over me.

"Don't you fear Allah?" I questioned him and soon began to realise that my hijab was falling loose. This can't be happening, atleast not in front of him. I cried within the walls of my heart. He didn't deserve my love.

"Don't teach me about Islam. Mind your own fucking business." He spat back. He surely had anger issues but unlike everybody else I always stood up to him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he derived from dominating everyone but today I felt weak, weaker than ever before.

"My business? Well guess what mister you are my business. Remember you were the one who married me forcefully?" I tried pushing him back but all my efforts were in vain. His strong arms didn't even move an inch. He still held me tightly and I knew I was again going to have the blue and purple bruises, but the pain was nothing compared to what I felt inside.

"You know that I can do a lot of things forcefully but I don't. So be thankful bitch." He Snapped, hitting my heart exactly where it was weak. Tears soon filled my vision but I held them back.

"Why? Aren't those girls enough to satisfy you?" I pointed back to his girlfriend who stood behind him half naked.

"Enough!" He shouted, his grip tightened around my arms and I knew that I had pushed him off limits by now but guess what? He deserved it.

She was not your typical girl because she knew the hard reality of life. She was a hard core feminist. In one moment she could spit fire but at the same time she could cry her heart out like a baby.

Meet Syeda Anaabiya Ahmed, married to the man with the darkest soul to have walked on earth, Syed Humza Junaid. He was forced to marry her, after the love of his life Hazel betrayed him. He hated Anaabiya to his guts, for she was the only one not scared of him.

But Allah chooses who he gives Hidaaya. What do you think? What will change Syed Humza Junaid?

Join Anaabiya in her journey of ruin or maybe love. ❤️

Please understand that I will be writing all the chapters on my phone, so be patient and ignore the mistakes. Nobody is perfect. Thankyou for stopping by.

Nick Bateman as

Hande Ercel as

I M P O R T A N T

The chapters 24-45 have been made private and anyone willing to read has to follow me. There are many plagiarism issues happening accross this site and I cannot risk my story.

If you think I mean the above paragraph, you are wrong. The author is greedy for followers 😂. Who doesn't want to increase their followers?

So follow me munchkins in order to the read the private chapters.

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