If memories were a used cloth, I would burn mine and bury the ashes in a far away land. But since memories are souvenirs from the past and I am forced to entertain them and all they come along with, I'm afraid to say that they have taken ownership of my head and thoughts.Hi. My name is Layla and I build walls of insecurities around me for a living. And just so you know, I don't have a head.…
"Fine! Since that's what you want, I've divorced you. And I'll continue to repeat this. Last night meant nothing to me. It was just.... " she shut her ears not wanting to hear the rest of his words that had begun to cut through her skin. She watched him walkaway with teary eyes and flinched at the sound of the banging door. "I'm no longer his wife " she reminded herself. ***************************************** He betrayed her love and made their matrimonial home a living hell for her. He inevitably lost her because of his recklessness, pride and his hunting past. And now, he wants her back into his life. Back to where she belongs. Their HOME.…
He was now striding purposefully towards her as she tried as much as she could to compose her self. She wasn't wrong. It was Umar. Umar the brashly arrogant, softhearted egoist she once loved intensely. Deep inside her, she knew she still does but she has to stop. HIS GORGEOUS MUSLIMAH is a story like no other. Read to find out how destiny played it part in the lives of Minal and Umar…