LOVE FROM AFAR

©️ 2017. Original written in 2016/2017. Highest Ranking #2 on What's Hot list- Spiritual .. Imagine being in a type of house where you're banned from dating, having two choices: 1. To get married immediately after secondary school. 2. To get married after graduating college. Being a teenager has its up and downs, and Khadijah's might be a little bit of sneaking around and defying orders. Her father disapproved of the term, and the whole concept of dating. He believed that when you're a student, your thoughts should be solely focused on your education, and when you get married, you concentrate on managing your household. Yet, Khadijah found a way to create her own choice and well, she had to face the consequences of her actions. .. "My heart beats for you Khadijah, feel it." He steadied her left hand to his chest. .. #98. 28/11/17. #83. 30/11/17. #77. 30/11/17. #67. 02/12/17. #43. 07/12/17. #37. 08/12/17. #32. 10/12/17. #24. 26/01/18. #18. 22/01/18. #16. 19/03/18. #15. 14/12/17. #14. 15/01/18. #13. 22/12/17. #10. 22/03/18. #09. 15/04/18. #07. 15/04/18. #04. 30/04/18. #03. 21/06/18. #02. 28/06/18 #1 in Hausa. #1 in Deen. #1 in MuslimRomance #1 in ProjectNigeria.

💔 The Boy Mama Warned Me About By Naylah Abdul "Between what is right and what I want... I chose him." Hanifa umar wali a 19 year old is the perfect daughter calm, brilliant, and raised in a loving Arewa home in Kaduna. When she gets admitted to Nile University, Abuja, her only plan is to study law and make her parents proud. Her mother's final words echo in her heart: "Don't let any boy get into your head. They will try. They will come with sweet mouth, with big cars and fake promises. Don't let any of them disgrace you." But one night changes everything. Dragged to a house party by her wild roommate zainab , Hanifa walks into a world she never imagined loud music, red cups, Abuja rich kids... and him. Zaid Khalil Abdullahi . 24 year old , temperamental, and terrifyingly silent. The rich bad boy everyone either wants or fears. And the one person who looks at Hanifa like he sees through her soul. She wasn't supposed to notice him. He wasn't supposed to care. But some warnings come too late. And some boys... are exactly what Mama warned you about.

#1 in duties on wattpad 💃. MOE series. Did you enjoy 1? Well here is 2! Way better and even more experienced. Umaima's story with the emir of Kano, Abdallah Turaki. COPYRIGHT @2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. zuzulovesto_write. No part of this story is copied, everything is fictional and any resemblance is coincidential.

She stitched a dress for her best friend's wedding. She never thought she'd be the one wearing it. When Zulaikha vanishes on her wedding morning, Farida Usman is faced with an impossible choice: let her best friend's family face ruin, or step into the bride's place. She says yes. She wears the dress. She becomes the wife of Abdallah Tafida, a man she's never spoken to, a widower who buried his heart with his late wife. Now Farida is alone in a cold house in Abuja, married to a stranger who won't look at her, surrounded by twins who don't want her. But hearts don't stay frozen forever. And sometimes, the most fragile hearts become the strongest. Rayyan, the shy little boy, reaches for her hand. Rania, the stubborn girl, watches her from doorways. And Abdallah, Abdallah begins to notice the woman who sits at his table, eats his food, and asks for nothing. Fragile Hearts is a story about betrayal dressed as friendship. About grief that doesn't announce itself. About a dress that held a ghost. And about the slow, terrifying, holy work of learning to choose yourself, in a city where everyone is watching. It's s a Hausa romance about betrayal, healing, and the quiet love that grows in the spaces between silence.

"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.

He had everything a man could want. Money,Power,Women...just name it. In Abuja's elite circles, his name alone sent whispers across luxury halls and glass towers. Men envied him. Women dreamed of him. He never needed to chase ,the world bent to his will. She wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Not the one dripping in gold or painted in colors that demanded attention Her life was simple. A modest home in a middle-class part of Abuja, mornings filled with the chatter of children at school. Her simplicity was his undoing,And he was ready to burn everything, everyone even her peace just to make her his. Not because of beauty that glittered Not because of words that flattered But because of something rarer...

Afeeyah was never supposed to be his wife, She was his sister. The little girl who used to steal his hoodies, hide behind his legs, and fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. Afdal loved her - always. But not this way. He loved her in every unseen, unspoken, unreturnable way a boy could love the girl raised beside him. Then life twisted. Destiny flipped the script. And suddenly, the girl who once called him brother... became the woman tied to him by marriage. But love doesn't follow logic. And hearts don't obey timelines. Now Afeeyah must learn to live with a man she still sees through the lens of childhood... While Afdal fights to unbury a love he buried long ago. This isn't a fairy tale. This is faith, family, and a marriage born from chaos. This isn't the marriage she wanted. But maybe... it's the love she needed. Not My Choice, Still My Nikkah - where hearts collide, lines blur, and the real question isn't why... but what now? --- > © Khulsum Saleem. All Rights Reserved. Wattpad Edition | 2025

NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! By twenty-two, Zainab Bello had perfected the art of disliking men without apology. Not quietly. Not politely. Loudly, deliberately, and with enough reasons to justify it. Men talked too much when they knew too little. They took space like it was owed to them. They listened only when it suited them. And if there was one thing Zainab was certain of, it was this: any room that required her to shrink for a man was not a room she intended to stay in. So when the white Benz scratched her car and sped off without an apology that morning, she didn't see an accident. She saw proof. NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! Updates every Sunday.

Copyright © 2025. All rights reserved. Aisha Aminu Babangida has spent her life searching for a passion she can truly call her own. Growing up in a household that stifled her choices, she never had the freedom to explore what she loved. Worse, relentless body shaming from her stepmother and those around her left her feeling trapped in her own skin. "You're too skinny!" "Do you even eat at all? "I swear you gained weight yesterday, but today you look..." And her personal favorite from her future husband. "...all bones." People claimed to envy her body, but Aisha knew better. What was there to be jealous of? Struggling with an eating disorder, anxiety and depression, she makes a bold decision; to take control of her life by joining the gym. Her weight gain journey was anything but easy, but she is determined to rewrite her own story. Khalid Muhammad Bugaje has only ever had one goal; to live up to his father's legacy. Raised on stories of power, discipline, and honor, he knew from a young age that failure was not an option. As the son of a highly respected General, expectations weighed on him heavier than any armor. But when his father suggests that he marry a woman he cannot stand, Khalid finds himself in a battle unlike any other. One that has nothing to do with war and everything to do with the heart. And for the first time in his life, he loses.