He thought love died the day he lost his fiancée... that no woman could ever make his heart beat the same way again. She thought love was nothing but beautiful lies after the man she trusted shattered her heart into pieces.

LAYLAAA IS WICKED!!! SHE GOES TO HIS ROOM WITH A VERY TEMPTING ATTIRE AND DOSEN'T LET HIM TOUCH HER!!!!! USMAN ALIU ZAID ABDULRAHMAN aka AMAR. Is a 26 year old Architectural prodigy just like his father or better. A very chalant guy but only for his soneyho. Betrothed to the love of his life. But After he left her for five years, to study. she decided to make him suffer before being conveyed. LAYLA FAHAD BAJI. A 17 year old girl in her last year of high school. She loves her cousin brother aka her husband more than anyone in this life. But when he returned after five years she decides to make him suffer but her love was never hidden it was still clear but he just can't get her easily after living her for five years.

Two marriages. Two betrayals. One woman who has had enough. At twenty, Dr. Balaraba Adams was a rising star in her clinicals, brilliant and full of hope. At thirty-two, she is a world-class trauma surgeon who can fix a shattered heart on the operating table-but cannot mend her own. Her first husband, Faisal, was a fellow doctor whose professional jealousy turned their home into a cage. Her second, Ibrahim, traded her for the "perfect" second-wife life and stole her twins in a bitter divorce. Now, Balaraba is a warrior in a white coat, fighting "career wahala," family drama, and a desperate courtroom battle for custody. She has sworn off men forever. But Rayyan Saif has been waiting in the shadows for twelve years. He saw her as a student and lost his chance. He saw her pregnant and walked away to respect her vows. Now, he finds her broken but defiant in a courtroom-and he isn't letting go again. Rayyan doesn't just want her heart; he wants to help her burn down the world that tried to break her. But can a woman who has been failed by every man she's ever loved trust the one who has been silently loving her from afar? A long, emotional slow-burn about resilience, high-stakes medical drama, and the man who finally stayed.

Aisha is a survivor. At twenty-three, she has buried her parents and the little brother she once shielded under a rainy bridge. Now a "hustler" in Northern Nigeria, she sells exquisite perfumes to fund a dream the world is determined to steal. She doesn't need pity, and she definitely doesn't need a savior. Barrister Tahir Zaid is a warrior for justice with a haunted past. A Harvard-educated elite, he's spent a decade searching for the "Angel of the Bridge". A chance collision on a dusty campus shatters Aisha's perfumes, he realizes the girl he's been hunting is now a woman who despises everything he represents.But when Tahir uses his power to "fix" Aisha's life, he commits the ultimate sin: he breaks her dignity. In a world of stolen inheritances and viral scandals, can a man who lives by the Law win the heart of a woman who has only ever lived by her Fire?

ZahraxAhmad وخلقنكم أزواج And we created you in pairs. ~~~~ Ahmad never thought he could be head over heels for a girl in just a mere glance. But, we plan and 'He' the best of planners plans best. It's not her beauty nor her calmness, because she wasn't a bit calm, but maybe, how she carries herself with grace, but something more than that pulls him towards her and he found himself mesmerised. On the other hand, Zahra the crazy sibling, has never in her life been in a relationship, in her defense, why spend hours listening to lies over lies, fake promises and saying a thousand reasons over why you weren't online or you couldn't pick up a call, at the end you will be serve a hot breakfast. But, are all this reasons valid for her to stay single all her life? Will she still stick to the reasons when Ahmad approach her? Above all, will the relationship blossom? They say love comes but with a price, right? Will she ba able to pay for the price or give up? Is given up an option, or is fighting for the one thing she loves genuinely be worth it? Allah test who he loves, but will Zahra be able to walk through this new path, will Ahmad hold her hand in every difficulty like a God's send angel, or will he leave her to drawn in her own misery? Dive in and get all the answers to this questions, and await the Qadr that follows the path of this marriage.

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

He married her... but he never chose her. For five years, Inaya Abdullah loved Ameer Muhammad Siddique in silence. The way she designed her buildings - with precision, with patience... with the quiet belief that what she built would last. She never told him. A man like Ameer wasn't someone you confessed to. You admired him from a distance. You made du'a. You waited. Until one day... his parents chose her for him Because Ameer didn't come to her with love. He came with duty. His past left him guarded. Untouchable. The kind of man who could say "I do"... and still feel nothing. Now Inaya is bound to him by nikkah, building skylines by day, and returning each night to a husband who keeps her at arm's length... like she is something he doesn't trust himself to want. She is one of the most sought-after architects in northern Nigeria. She has built structures meant to stand for centuries. But Ameer is not something she can design. He is a wall. And the question growing heavier in her heart isn't whether she can make him love her... It's whether she will still recognize herself when she finally stops trying. A slow-burn story of quiet love, emotional distance, and the painful truth that sometimes... Being chosen matters more than being loved.

My father died 40 days ago. Today, his best friend put a ring on my finger. Alhaji Musa was 25 when he taught me how to ride a bike. I was 9. Now he's 34. I'm 19. And he says I'm his _Amanah_ - a trust my father left him before he died. "Guard her. Marry her. Don't let the world touch her." That's what Baba made him swear. On the Qur'an. He says he won't touch me until I finish school. He says I can say no. He also says: "I don't lose what Allah trusts me with. Even if you hate me for it." My mum is crying "Alhamdulillah." My aunties are posting my business on WhatsApp. My best friend is typing in all caps: "GIRL THIS IS A CRIME IN 6 STATES." I'm supposed to say yes at Maghrib. But am I Baba's daughter... or Alhaji Musa's Amanah? And is there a difference?

She told him if he walked out, she was done. He walked out. Years passed. Silence hardened into pride. Love turned into something colder. Then their parents arranged their marriage. Neither of them knew they were walking back into the life they once destroyed. Now they're husband and wife. Same house. Same bed. Same unresolved past. They don't reminisce. They don't forgive. They fight. Every conversation is a battlefield. Every touch is a reminder of what they lost. They pretend they've moved on, but anger burns too brightly to ignore. Because the truth is.... They're not fighting because they stopped loving each other. They're fighting because they never did.

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.