"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

This is a slowburn romance! There will be no hugging and cuddling by chapter twenty, so read at your own risk.. Madinah had gone her entire life lurking in other peoples shadows. What happens when the one person who had the power to bring her into the light wants nothing to do with her? Atleast not in the way she wanted everything to do with him. She was the light at the end of his dark dark tunnel, literally, figuratively. But when you're in darkness for long enough, you start to relish it, so much so that you find a home in it. He wanted nothing to do with her light, but just as the sun encompasses the night daily, Madinah may just encompass Adeels darkness.

AN AREWA SLOW-BURN... ©2025 all rights reserved --- Aisha Hassan Saeed never planned to work for a man like Sudais Abubakar Muhammad - the meticulous, intimidating CEO who somehow manages to stress her, confuse her, and fascinate her all at once. She's outspoken, funny, and full of trouble. He's controlled, calculating, and impossible to read. They clash in the office, argue over little things, and pretend they can't stand each other. But underneath the sarcasm, the quiet looks, and the unspoken tension... something is shifting. This is a slow-burn story about a boss who swears he doesn't care, a PA who swears she can't be bothered, and the undeniable pull between two people who were never supposed to get close - yet somehow keep finding their way back to each other. --- ~"An image of complexity, painted in the subtilities of black and gray."

Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

She was never meant to be his. But destiny doesn't ask for permission. Meet Fatima Zahra, 22 years old. A radiant soul-loving, beautiful, full of life. An extrovert with a warm heart, she wears joy like a second skin. But behind her laughter lies a quiet strength and a deep sense of responsibility. Then there's Umar-33, calm and composed. Gentle by nature, yet strikingly handsome in a way that makes silence feel louder around him. An introvert, thoughtful and kind, carrying the weight of loss with quiet grace. Umar was her cousin. Her brother-in-law. Her sister Haneefa's husband. That was-until tragedy took Haneefa away, leaving behind their two-month-old twins, Anam and Anim-and a void too large to fill. When Fatima is forced into marrying Umar to help raise her sister's children, her world begins to unravel. The man she once looked up to like an older brother becomes her husband. And with that, everything changes. She didn't choose this life. But maybe... fate did. How do you love someone you were never meant to love? How do you find peace when guilt holds your heart hostage? And what if... love dares to grow where pain once lived? In a story where duty blurs with destiny, and heartbreak dances with hope, Fatima must navigate grief, forbidden emotions, and the quiet pull of Qadr-the divine will she never saw coming. Fatima never dreamed of a life like this. But sometimes, the hardest stories... are the ones written by destiny. And sometimes, the person you're not supposed to love -is the only one who can make your broken heart beat again. Now the questions remain... Can you choose love when it feels like betrayal? Can your heart bloom in the shadow of another woman's memory-especially when that woman was your sister? Is this sacrifice? Or is it fate-disguised as pain? Will she ever truly love him? Will he ever see her as his wife, not just the mother of his children? Well.. There's only one way to find out.

Asiya never expected to return home from Dubai only to be thrust into an arranged marriage with a man she's never met. But when her father shows her a picture of Sameer, calm, collected, and unreadable, she knows her life is about to change. Sameer, still haunted by the love he lost, never wanted to remarry. Yet, duty binds him to Asiya, a woman who carries her own burdens and unspoken wounds. Their marriage begins with quiet distance, but beneath the surface lies a slow-burning connection neither of them can ignore. A story of fate, heartache, and unexpected love, Married to Malice will pull you into a world where emotions run deep, and nothing is as simple as it seems.

Love in the sky

Money... fame, luxury. She never desired any of these. She wasn't the materialistic type. But what could she do when she was married to a captain? In a world obsessed with money, fame, and luxury, Fatima stood apart. She never cared for material things and found joy in the simple things in life. But destiny had other plans when she married a captain. Copyright © 2023. All Rights Reserved.