What Is A Dua In Islam

They fell in love young. They married young. She devoted her youth and her whole life to him, making him the centre of her world. But what did she get in return? Betrayal, heartbreak, and divorce papers. He had promised her the world; he had sworn to love and cherish her till death did them apart, yet he was the one who fell out of love first. He was the one who threw her aside like trash when he found someone new. His perfect new lover, the one who was promised to him for years,. He was the one who said, “Let’s get divorced. I don’t want you anymore.” After surrounding himself with wealth, fame, and success, he walked away from her without looking back. He forgot all the promises he made to her; he forgot all the pain and heartbreak he gave her. However, she did not. She remembered every single pain, betrayal, and heartbreak he caused her, making her swear to revenge on the day she was thrown away with those divorce papers. Now that God has finally answered her prayers, she's back in his life after five years, but not as his lovesick, devoted wife. She's back as the powerful Morin Heiress who wants to destroy him and have him under her mercy. Rayan Allen had everything in his life—look, money, fame, or success—name it all. He had everything under his feet except one thing. Her. The woman he failed to cherish and regretted letting go five years ago. Now that she’s back in his life with her little silly game of revenge, he's going to do everything in his power to make her his again. Anthea Morin was, is, and will be his forever, and he was going to make sure of that.

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

"Oh dark Jinn, come grant me a deal." Her voice echoed. Her heart hammers as her eyes met.... Ava Lina, a leader of the ocean made a deal with a Jinn to further brother life, Lucas after she migrated to land for survival What happens when the Jinn request for her hand in marriage to her clan's enemy, a Jinn? What happens when she finds her soon-to-be brother-in-law charming and irresistible? Will she be able to protect her loved ones even when evil is lurking at the corner?

Beauty they said fade which is true. But beauty within never fade. Tehzeeb a young and elegant lady. She have grown up without knowing what opulence is rather she have grown up to know what penury is. Would she be able to know what opulence is? or would she forever remain in penury?. Opposite they said attract. Does that means that the rich and the poor will attract. Fate can't be change and Destiny they said can't be predicted. What would her destiny be? What does destiny have in store for her? Could it be love? Or what?. If you want to find out what happened to Tezheeb the press the add button © Zeeekadir

"You woke me up," a cold voice echoed from the shadows. Ivana gasped awake, heart pounding, unsure if it was a dream—or something far more dangerous. ~~~~~~~~~~ Years ago, Ivana should have died in her mother’s womb—until a mysterious seer performed a forbidden ritual to save her. The price? The unborn child had to be betrothed to a god, bound to him for life without her parents ever knowing the true cost. On Ivana’s eighteenth birthday, her parents mysteriously vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a notebook filled with strange symbols and cryptic warnings. Now, years later, her search for answers leads her to Egypt, where she joins an archaeological team investigating a newly uncovered chamber. Deep inside, they break a seal that should have remained untouched… and awaken the very god she was promised to. A god who despises humans. With divine wrath rising, ancient secrets unraveling, and a bond she never asked for tightening around her fate, Ivana must confront the truth: The answers to her parents’ disappearance begin with the god she was forced to belong to.

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.