A girl that was raised by a single Mum, she's a Baker, a henna designer meet the love of her life, but In between their love lies another love, what could that be??? 😉

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

I have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why it's a secret when I've made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, I've never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. I've never expected that I'd regret seeing him that day. Or that I'd end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought I've hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I haven't even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls I've carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that I'd never have a chance with the President's Son, it couldn't have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. But...could I really live without the President's Son? Is the secret I'm hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautiful...or worse? Maybe Zafir's Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not. --- Preview Chapters Only!

Summary NOORIN, an eloquent, charismatic lady who act polite and chivalrous. Her eyes sparkle like azure pools in the morning sunlight and her gaze could fill a man with euphoria. She has a sense of decency amalgamated with a unique fashion, she's the real definition of a damsel. AZAAN, who's born with Alexithymia. He generally lack emotions, which makes him unable to access his feelings, having difficulty with experiencing both positive and negative feelings. the world around him often seems superficial which he prefers to isolate himself rather than being with others. His life changes as he met Noorin... would they coincide or contradict? Stick with me as we embark on the journey of Noorin and Azaan. It would be a roller coaster ride with sequence of love, pain, heartbreaks, betrayal and lots more. 🦋Aminatuh ML.🦋 Book cover by; I, myself and me.

"Daada, Maama; Did I for once told you what I want? You've always chosen what to wear for me, what I should eat, where I should go, even the environment I should stay in. Isn't that enough for you to grant my only wish?. It's okay if you don't want to, I might have been a burden on you. I'm sorry," with that, she sprinted to her room, locked it and broke into tears, ignoring their knockings. * "I think I will let you to study abroad,but only under one condition; you have to get married; for I couldn't let you there all by yourself," Daada spoke haltingly, hoping she wouldn't agree, but her answer made his hope vanished. "It's okay, Daada, who's the guy? And have you started processing my admission?" She asked, a wide grin plastered on her face, not caring about the marriage thing, she thought it was all a threat. "It's Sadeeq, Alhaji Mustapha's son. But he studies in Qatar, that means you will also study there," Daada encapsulated, his face deviod of emotion. Ihsan looked up at Daada, and wanted to bellow out the words, but they came out as a whisper "Daada..you mean Sadeeq? He's just 19 years old. How would I marry him? Who will take care of who? Uhm Daada?" She slurred, tears rolling down her cheeks. "He is. And would take good care of your health. What's there in marrying him? Isn't he a man?" Daada inquired. "There is; it's just a one year gap between us. And he isn't a man in my eyes," she reprimanded and broke into tears. _____ What would happen to Ihsan? Would she agree on studying abroad? Fighting for her health, at the same time marrying the guy she looks down onto? As she would always avow "It'sjust a one year gap." It would be a hilarious roller coaster ride. Tag along. Your's always__AYSHATOU.

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

It could be the first look he had of her face. How beautiful she had looked and how the smile she wore adorned her face. Or maybe, it wasn't that. It was the way her voice sounded as she cried. How the tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks. How she begged to be rescued. It could be the way she laughed, as well. Her face, her body, how she carried herself around and how her voice calmed even the the stormiest tsunami in his soul. Or it could be her name; Sabeeha Ghabidin Ahar. He didn't know what it was that got him hooked to her. Or how on earth he got enslaved by her thoughts. All he knew was, Sabeeha was an obsession he didn't mean to have...but he'd trade his soul to keep. She would always be his Beautiful Beeha, no matter the thorns on the road and even if she's Twice His Age...Zaid knew he'd love her, always and forever.

It's funny how life can change in a blink of an eye.it's funny how your whole world could be thrown upside down.it's funny how people you trust betray you so easily.its funny how amidst all the confusion,the panic ,the fear and the uncertainty ,you still can find an inner strength you never knew you had. Sometimes it takes just one minute,one person to destroy your life.and to change the worlds view on you.and that person is the last person you will ever expect. "Why do my parents have to leave me so soon?what have I done to deserve all these?why can't I be loved?is it my fault that my uncle had to rape me?why are people so selfish?" These are the questions that keeps rolling in ANISA'S mind. Will all her questions be answered? Just tail behind as we see how fate changes her destiny.

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.