Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

STARTED FEBRUARY 27TH 2020 FINISHED NOVEMBER 27TH 2020 EDITING IN PROGRESS #2 solider as of 27th November 2020 #7 Islam as of 27th November 2020 #2 Hausa as of 7th February 20201 This story follows the life's of two different people with different personalities,morals and values. It's all about love trust and honesty. Nafisa is a Fulani girl who comes from a very large family with many uncles aunts and lots of cousins. She finds herself in a marriage with a man she hardly knows. Only met him a couple of times in her life which was during her cousin's wedding whom is also her BFF. Although she didn't love he she didn't hate him either she didn't see the question coming her great uncle sits her down to as her if she accepts the marriage with a second thought she agrees. Which brings us back to Umar (jay) he is what every girl love the ladies man what many men want to be. He broke the great record of the Nigerian army by being the first Field Marshall in the history of Nigerian army. At the age of thirty two he still remains a bachelor single and hasn't been in a relationship before his belief is that when it's time he will find the one for him meant to be his. Some say he is arrogant,too full of him self. Follow me to find out of he really is like that. Please all the media you will find in this book does not belong to me credit goes to their respective owners. This is a hausa stroy written in hausa language but some parts are in English please do give this a try.

Copyright © 2023. All Rights Reserved. She exudes chaos, drawing it in like a moth to a flame. Everywhere she treads, she effortlessly leaves her mark. The mere touch of her feet against the floor stirs storms, her gaze flips tables, and the curl of her lips brings buildings crashing down. Chaos defines her, encapsulating her essence and much more. Her path intersects with a man who possesses the power to douse any flame. Hers, however, proves to be a challenge to extinguish completely. Yet, with his influence, he can transform it into a controlled volcano. If only it were as simple as it sounds. Alas, simplicity eludes them, particularly since Inaya and Aadil are not ones to choose the easy route. Hell will be unleashed, bonds will teeter on the edge, and lives will hang in the balance. Their tale does not belong in fairytales, which is why it defies the conventions of such stories. Nonetheless, it surpasses any fairytale in its own right.

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

In the heart of Northern Nigeria, where tradition and culture run deep, a young Fulani girl's fate is sealed when she's forced into a marriage with the stranger she saved by the river bank, unaware he is the prince of Gombe. As she navigates the complexities of royal life, she must confront the Harsh realities of her new world and the secrets that surround her new world. Will she find Love, or will duty and tradition tear them apart? . With the rich cultural heritage of this ,the North as its backdrop, "I Married a prince" is a tale of love , duty, deceit ,betrayal ,royalty ,bloodshed and romance Dive into the world of " I MARRIED A PRINCE" to discover.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

Safeeya writes about love stories for others. But in her own home, she's invisible. .... How do you fight for a future you didn't know you wanted until someone tried to take it away?" .... ​To fifty thousand Wattpad readers, she is @PenOfTaqwa, a storyteller who weaves tales of pure, halal love. But in the cold, marble halls of her father's Abuja mansion, Safiya Mahmoud is simply the "plain" daughter-overshadowed by her influencer sisters and silenced by a stepmother who wants her gone. ​Then comes Dr. Salim Aliyu. ​He is everything Safiya has ever written about: pious, kind, and dedicated to the poor. After a chance encounter at a charity ward, Salim doesn't send a proposal for the beautiful Zainab or the famous Aisha. He sends it for Safiya. ​But a Minister's house is built on secrets. When Safiya's stepmother decides to intercept the proposal to protect the family's "status," Safiya is left with a choice: remain the silent girl in the background, or finally become the heroine of her own story. ​In a world of political blackmail, viral scandals, and broken trust, can Safiya find the courage to fight for a love that was written in the stars-and on her prayer mat?

Story Description: In the heart of Abuja, two worlds collide when Mariya Abubakar Zanna, the stunning and fiery daughter of distinguished Senator Usman Abubakar Zanna, meets Umar Bukar Ibrahim, a ruthless oil mogul and devoted single father. Mariya, the epitome of Abuja's high society, lives for glamour, luxury, and attention. Her sharp tongue and unapologetic attitude command respect, yet beneath her polished facade lies a complex, proud woman. However, her reckless behavior threatens to tarnish her father's reputation. Umar, a self-made petroleum engineer, exudes power and authority. His rugged, chiseled features and piercing gaze strike fear into business rivals. His life revolves around his adorable daughter, Fatima, his revered mother, Hajiya Fannah, and his empire. No nonsense, no distractions. When Mariya's scandalous actions jeopardize her father's political career, Senator Zanna seeks a solution to tame his wild child. Umar's father, the revered Alhaji Ibrahim, wishes to see his unmarried son settle down and provide a stable mother figure for Fatima. Their families orchestrate a union, hoping marriage will calm Mariya's rebellious spirit and provide Umar with a suitable partner. The unlikely pair is thrust into a whirlwind of opulence, politics, and passion. Will Mariya's spontaneity soften Umar's steel-like heart? Can Umar's stability tame Mariya's restless spirit? Or will their differences tear them apart?

26 year old young arrogant multi-millionaire Zain Kamaluddeen hasn't met the lady who has reached his standards. 17 year old Jaudah Suraj's life revolves around reading and being happy. Her go-to phrase has always been 'The key to happiness is realising that you are in complete control of how happy you are.' What happens when she is proved wrong? Tension will rise, happiness will turn to sadness and fear of what will become of her is intilled on her when she's asked to marry Zain.

He loved her so much. She loved him even more. But all of a sudden she couldn't remember all the love they both shared. Only time can tell if the Forgotten love would come back. ** He was dark chocolate in complexion his eyes where red and he smelt awful with a dirty brown toothpick which hanged lazily on the side of his lip. "Excuse me please. let go of me." I tried to escape from his hard grip but it was useless. If he takes this money from me what would I tell my step mother she would never believe that i got robbed even if I had bruises all over my body. "If it's the money you want just take it." I spoke with fear my voice trembling, Because that was much better than I getting attacked reducing my future bride price. Please no. "I want you to give me the car keys get in the car with me and maybe we could have some..... fun later." He winked disgustingly at me. I looked around for any sign of a human being but there wasn't anyone around the security men were far away so screaming is hopeless. "Please just let me go i will give you the money." "Did I tell you I wan-" "I think the lady asked you to let her go." I sharply turned to who ever came to save me. The first thing I notice was that he was tall, wearing all white With a stubble. He didn't wear a smile, but even with a frown in the dark he looked really handsome. **