Dalam Mihrab Cinta の小説・ストーリー

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

I drag a sip of the cold water and dart my gaze to place it back when my eyes meet a dark figure sitting on the chair in front of my bed make me drop the glass which smashed onto floor followed by my loud shriek. A dark figure which was crouching on the chair and suckling it thumb, with bright white eyes gaping at me in the darkness cried out at my loud shriek startled and fell from it's chair while I rolled out of my bed to the other side and hide myself pulse racing. What the fuck was that? The sound of my heartbeat thrashed in my ears and I waited speechless in the reserved surrounding. I heard a moan and then a murmur. "Stupid!, Stupid women!".

It seemed to call out to her, igniting a spark of hope within the darkness. Driven by curiosity and an unyielding sense of destiny, Amelia quickened her pace. With each step, the voice grew clearer, the allure more intoxicating. It was as if the chamber itself resonated with the echoes of a love long forgotten. As she neared the end of the bridge, the radiance intensified, blinding her momentarily. When her vision cleared, Amelia found herself standing before an exquisite tapestry. It depicted a strikingly beautiful woman and a handsome man, their eyes filled with an undeniable love that transcended time.

Then the imam made a final supplication for them as he recited; (Allahummaj'al hadhal akta maymunan mubarakan waj'al beyna-huma ulfatan wa mahabbatan wa karara wa la taj’al beyna-huma nafratan wa fitnatan wa ferara. Allahumma allif baynahuma kama allafta beyna Adama wa Havva. Wa kama allafta beyna Muhammadin wa Khatija-tal-Kubra wa Aisha -tal umm-il muminin . Allahumma ati la-huma awladan salihan we umran tawelan wa rizkan wasian. Rabbana hab lana min azwajina wa zurriyatina qurrata ayunin waj’alna lil muttaqina imama. Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanatan wa fil akhirati hasanatan wa qina azabannar. Subhana rabbika rabbilizzati amma yasifun wa salamun alal mursaleen walhamdulillahi rabbilalameen

Can't I love my husband? Ibrahim smrik and says if you want to love me than love me in a right way..... What is the right way asked mehak..... Ibrahim take her in his lab than make her lay down in mehak and says I"ll show you the right way saying this he kissed her lips and she kissed him back they both share very passionate night with each other!

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

Regardless of that, it will only take me a few minutes before I get home, why call for an Uber within a couple of minutes just a few differences in the time? I looked around the area and realized that the space seems empty and quiet; my perfect preference for atmosphere: peaceful and quiet. I hummed and put on my headphones listening to my favorite artist; Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy with the artist name xxx . Lost in his music I have no connection with my surroundings.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

"Oww!'' I cried out rubbing my nose and found myself staring at Hadi's chest. Turning up at him quizzically, I found him gazing down at me with a smirk. I shot him a glare before bringing my foot to stomp on his. However, he was quicker than me and pulled away before I could succeed in my task. Narrowing my eyes at him, I lunged for the other foot but he dodged it too. ''What even—Captain?!'' I growled through clenched teeth and knitted brows. ''This should teach you to watch where you are going.'' He remarked carelessly with a shrug before brushing past me. I watched his back with a growing feeling of irritation until my gaze landed on something. It was a slate with an unreadable inscriptio

After leaving the room, slowly closed the door so as not to make a sound that disturbed Mahira's sleep. In our bedroom lay a beautiful woman who bound my heart, who made me fall in love with her from the first sight. Stuck standing at the door of the room, smiling slightly looking at Azmia who was curled up on the bed, hugging the bolster. Azmia Miranti Baratakusuma, how difficult it is to win your heart. Has your heart now belonged to me, Mia???