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. **

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. The morning rays rose above the horizon. Sunlight streamed her bedroom through the gaps of the curtain lightening up the room with warm glow. She rolled over and gazed out the window overlooking the shines over the other buildings. The new rays brought a new day, the day she will get her husband back. The sun slowly began to slide from the sky, pulling the blue canopy on its fall and slowly creeping behind was an ominous black shroud. The sun was beginning to set, casting subtle hues of dusk across the sky and she still is thinking of ways to have him back in her arms. Will she ever be able to do so or will the new wife coming to their home have him all to herself? No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she has destroyed with her bare hands and she will do that In Twenty One Days. No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.

She had stayed unmarried a little longer than her family's liking but she was never going to settle. She was ready to wait, until she met the one she felt was the right one for her. In a traditional family that only married off their children to what they were used to, she dared to be different. She dared to break her family's tradition by hanging on to one similar thing between him and her, ISLAM. He was nothing like her, except that he was just as practicing as she was. She had never been a football fan, but when the footballer comes into her life, she is exposed to a very different life, nothing like what she had imagined her life to be like. Read the journey of Aqsa and Youssef to find out how it goes down!!! TRIGGER WARNING: Story may contain racism and Domestic Violence #2 on #athlete on 9th June 2020 #3 on #Islamiclovestory on 12th June 2020 #1 on #premierleague on 18th July 2020 #2 on #halal on 14th September 2020 #2 on #islam on 25th September 2020

She never chose this marriage. He never wanted it. One drowns his nights in alcohol. The other clings to her faith, holding on when everything around her threatens to break. Living under the same roof becomes a battle of endurance, of pain and silence. But when fate delivers an unexpected turn, everything begins to change. Regret stirs. Hearts shift. And what began as suffering slowly transforms into something neither of them saw coming. WALIJA is a story of faith, love, and redemption - a journey from heartbreak to healing, proving that even the deepest wounds can bloom into mercy, forgiveness, and forever.

A lost childhood, A chaotic present, A set of parents who needs to get a taste of their own medicine, And a journey to redemption, severing old ties and creating new ones. A journey of 52 weeks that portrays the strength of a United family and a girl who vowed to never give up even though she has every reason to.

A hankali ya kira sunnanta, but she couldn't look at him, ya kama hannunta, ya daga habbanta, yana kallon fuskarta. "Nuwaylah? I... I... I love you" Ya fada cikin extremely cool voice. Kalmar na landing a dodon kunnuwanta, ta dago daran2 idanuwanta tana kallansa. "Yes Nuwaylah, I truly love you". Kanta kawai take girgizawa sai hawaye dake gangarowa daga idanuwanta, ta kasa cewa komai. She couldn't believe her ears, how could he love her? Ya matso kusa da ita sosai kamar mai shirin shigarta, ya dora hannayensa kan kafadarta "I'm going crazy Nuwaylah, please help me, I'm not asking you to love me back, just let me love you, let me be the man in your life, let me be the father of your child, please Nuwaylah" Ya karasa idanuwansa na zubar da kwalla, she couldn't raise up her head amma tasan kuka yake, kallamansa sun mata tauri da yawa, she loves him too but they can't be together, can't he see? "Sir I'm... I'm sorry but what you're asking from me is not possible, Sir you can't love me. We do not belong to the same category, Sir you're far above my level. I..." "Shhhh, love knows no class nor level, the heart falls in love with whom we can not choose, my heart chooses you Nuwaylah, it falls in love with you" Ya hadda kanta da nasa yana shakar kamshinta, numfashinsu na sauka at the same time, ya lumshe idanuwansa a hankali.

Asmie Abubakar is a young beautiful girl she is 19 years old , she is a type of girl who thinks positive and sees the bright side of thinks in a bad situation but when her parent forced her to marry mubark vobe her walls come crumbling down and she has not even meet him yet Mubark Vobe is an attractive,handsome,heartless billionaire at such a young age he is just 25 years old,when he was a child his step mom abusived him in many ways making him turn into the demon he is now Habiba Musa is a beautiful girl she is 20 years old she owns a cosmetics umpire, habiba can do anything for mubark to love her she can kill anyone one even kill her own family for him How will asmie survive in the demon's den? ***PAINS,REGRET,JEALOSY,POSSESEVENESS,TEARS,ABUSIVE WORDS,DEATH***

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It took a wrong turn to align their paths. They met at a time when both were lost souls, navigating through loss and the storms of life. At first, it was silence and long stares. Then the sceptical meetings blossomed into an orbit of comfort that uncovered the similarities of their souls in the bleak room of a psychiatric hospital. What began as hush tunes in their hearts boomed into a fierce crescendo. Noorie was a woman of fire, spontaneous and outgoing which rivalled Amir's quiet, organised and shy nature. Yet, their differences were a factor in the whole circumstances that bonded theirs hearts, souls and lives. They decided to take the leap into a life together. Marriage. It took her away from home, across the continent to the city of London where a new life awaits her. Her optimism was great. She was ready to learn the new way of life and fit in. But her new family found ways to tell her she was not fair enough to be part of them nor would they give her a chance to fit in. Little did she know that should be the least of her problems. There were a lot the man, her husband, with honey-wheat eyes that captivates her, whose sincerity melts her heart, and attitude races it had hidden from her. So much that brought fears, insecurities and secrets neither her nor her husband were ready for.