Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.

"Meet Aymana, a talented and introverted young woman who has always struggled to express herself. Her reserved nature has made it difficult for her to open up to others, especially when it comes to love. Despite her fears, Aymana yearns for connection and romance. Will she find the love she's been searching for, or will she continue to hide behind her art?

An Arewa girl. An Edo man. One office. One trip. And a love that was never supposed to happen. When Arewa meets ambition Amina Abdullahi's calm world collides with her boss, Ameer Otaru, the man every woman fears and desires. One trip to Paris changes everything...

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

Islamic story. Vote. Zamzam Maleek,a shy,introverted,independent 17 year old girl who has a very loving and wealthy family and has only one dream that is to have a love marriage and a spouse like her Dad and Poppi. ~ Azaad Zubeir,a devilishly handsome and hot man that most women die for. The greatest business tycoon,who doesn't believe in love nor marriages due to his troublesome past and only goes for one_night stands. _______ It all started sounding like a question, "Marriage?. And. Ended up as a question. "Why is she living an unmarried life despite being married? "Is she unwanted?. Why did her husband abandon her?. Is she really abandoned?" No answers?. Just surrounded with four walls of his house. . Despite the wealth, Money, servants to serve her. She's engulfed with nothing but loneliness. Four years of loneliness, For who?. She doesn't know him. Neither caught the glimpse of his face. Nor felt the warmth of his skin. Neither heard the sound of his voice. Nor smelled the scent of his body. What's his name again?. "I don't know". Four years of marriage. Born in a Family full of Love. How did she end up in this situation?. _______ Zamzam's Granddad proposes a business deal to her for the sake of her dad, and she accepts for her dad's sake.ryt What happens when the two are brought together by the business deal but only after 4years of marriage,not having seen each other at all just a sign on the marriage contract. ___________ Will Zamzam live with Azaad after he's back?. Will Azaad win Zamzam's heart?. Will Zamzam get the love she always deserved?. Most importantly 'WILL THEY EVER MEET'. ____~ If it piqued your attention. Share it with your Closed ones. Vote for my Stories. Drop your comments. 1st - Child trauma 3rd - Retreat. 68/1000+ Islam. 11/170- Pasttrauma 26/3.53k- Religious #marriage #businessdeal #rich #family #abuse #trauma #romance #friendship #love #wealthy #loner.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

She was the loud, modern first-year who never cared what people thought. He was the final-year topper everyone admired-disciplined, feared, and untouchable. They hated each other from the very start. But one ruined wedding, one broken promise... and one desperate decision tied them together in a secret nikkah no one could know about. Enemies in public. Strangers at home. And yet-two souls bound by a sacred vow neither of them wanted. Will pride keep them apart, or will faith bring them closer?

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

A Forbidden Love - Professor-Student Romance "He was the law I was bound to follow, yet the only rule I ever wanted to break." I believed the law was simple, black and white, right and wrong. Until I met him. Zayyan Khan. The man who could twist words into weapons, who carried the courtroom's authority in every step. Clever. Witty. Unpredictable. He was a storm disguised in a tailored suit, a verdict I could never prepare for. He terrified me, challenged me, and yet... he fascinated me more than I dared to admit. ⋆｡°✩ I have seen every kind of opponent-liars, criminals, manipulators. I know how to read people, dismantle them, break them down until there's nothing left but the truth. Law is my game, and I never lose. Until her. Yusra Malik. My student. My brightest mistake. She looks soft-spoken, innocent even. But beneath that quiet voice is fire- blunt, fierce, and untamed. I told myself she was a distraction, a rule I would never break. But every time her eyes lock with mine, every time her sharp tongue cuts through my defenses, I feel the ground shifting beneath me. She isn't just a student. She's a cross-examination I can't win. And the verdict is clear-Yusra Malik will be the only law I'll ever bow to.