When Allah wants two souls to be together, they will even if the distance between them is the distance between heaven and earth _________ Not every love story begins with fireworks. Sometimes, it starts with broken hearts, quiet prayers, and two souls carrying wounds only time can soothe. Rahmah never believed love would come for her-at least not the kind that stays. The kind that sees your scars, your fears, your silence... and chooses you still. Ahmad was never looking for love, until he found it staring back at him in the quiet strength of a woman who didn't even know her worth. This is a story of two hearts-flawed, fragile, and faithful. Of pain, healing, and the kind of love that doesn't just come and go. It lasts. When love is written by the One who created hearts... it never fades. Follow me to unravel the incredible love story of Ahmad and Rahmah I'm currently writing this book and sharing it as I go. It's not perfect yet, expect some/a lot of errors and unpolished moments. I truly appreciate your presence and support during the process. Hijram Enjoyyy

"You planned for this marriage to happen. I can't believe you trick your friend to run away so you can sway yourself into my life. Well, all your games has come to an end. You're just a gold digger, all you are after is my money. My conscience kept telling me before the wedding that you shouldn't be trusted but I was so foolish to think other wise. This is your end Ameera " he said with so much disgust. He was looking at me like I was a tramp. I don't even know what to think again, all this is so hard to take in. All in one day " That was not how it was, Amir. I didn't marry you for your money, I swear I was only trying to help Aisha. She--" " I don't want to hear a single word from your mouth, if not I will beat the shit out of you. You desperate gold digger " What? " Amir it me, your love. You can't do this to us Amir please" I held his shirt, before I know it I felt a hot slap on my face. He slapped me?. I look up at him in shock " you slapped me? " " I'll do worst than that" his eye is empty of sympathy, it's now filled with hatred, hatred just for me. He isn't my Amir anymore, he is a stranger. A stranger I don't even recognize. I fell on the floor and broke down all over again. I'm doom, this is the end. " I Amir sani Bula divorce you, ameera, once. Pack your things and leave my house" " NOOOOOO!!. please don't do this to me Amir. Think about our unborn child please " " what did you just say? " " I'm pregnant with your child" I nod at him for him to believe me. I took the results from my hand bag close to me and hand it over to him. " this is the result" he didn't take it " I don't want you to ever utter such nonsense to me again . I know what you're planning to do, you want to push your bastard child to me after the father didn't accept it right. You think I'm a fool? You can't trick me anymore Ameera. We are done " " Add this book to your library to find out more about it❤❤❤❤

A moving story of love, faith, and betrayal - Vanessa, a Christian from Lagos, falls deeply for Bilal, a Muslim man from Dubai. Their love defies distance and belief, until a heartbreaking secret shatters everything and forces her to rebuild herself from the ruins.

I stiffened in his arms. ‎ ‎He noticed. Awkwardly, he pulled away. ‎ ‎"Sorry," he said, sounding almost shy. "I can wait till you're ready." ‎ ‎My chest tightened. I could barely look at him when I asked, "Can I please have my own separate room?" ‎ ‎I saw the way his mood shifted. His silence said what his mouth didn't. I had hurt him. Still, he nodded. ‎ ‎"Of course you can," he said quietly. "I'll stay in the opposite room." ‎ ‎Guilt rose in my throat like something bitter. I swallowed hard, but it didn't go away. ‎ ‎"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small. How could I ask for a separate room on our first night together as a couple? What was wrong with me? ‎ ‎"It's okay," he said with a faint smile, and then he turned and walked out. ‎ ‎As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt the silence crawl back in. It wrapped itself around me like smoke, thick and suffocating. ‎ ‎For reasons I didn't fully understand, his touch had pulled something loose in me, memories I'd long buried beneath years of healing and distractions. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I could feel my biological mother's coldness in my bones. Her voice sharp like broken glass. Her love, if it ever existed, was measured in cruelty. I had grown up under the weight of her rejection, bullied, maltreated, unloved. And worse. ‎ ‎There were things I never spoke about. Things that lived in shadows. ‎ ‎Things I tried to forget, but that came rushing back when a hand touched my skin for too long... even if it meant no harm. ‎ ‎It wasn't just the loneliness or the bruises. There were nights I still couldn't explain, and memories that made my stomach twist when I let them surface. ‎ ‎It was a cruel world, and I had learned early not to expect softness. ‎ ‎But then came my stepmom. A woman who should have felt like a stranger, but instead gave me warmth I had never known. She loved me with ease. She made peace feel possible. ‎ ‎She helped me believe that happines

"Your father used to beat me up, that's all I have to say." She is young and beautiful, He is old and hateful. She has a promising future, He has made a promise to destroy that future. Cruelly pulled away from the loving arms of her young lover, Fatima is tossed to the nasty feet of an old husband who treats her like junk. Forced to sacrifice the man she loves to save her family's life, she treads carefully and do as she's told. True! Her husband was the devil himself, but what about her father? Has she been living with a more dangerous one all her life? All she's ever believed in is proving to be lies atop the other. Who are you to trust when you find yourself behind bar for murder, days after childbirth? She's Fatima and the man who's supposed to love and protect her? He's her personal Satan! This is in no way your expected love story. #6 in Nigeria #1 in wattpad banters as at 30/11/18 #9 in projectnigeria Winner of the Antty's award 2017 ••••••••••• Beautiful cover made by KingMoha

Despised by her father for not being a male child, Fatimah Bulama hopes to attain her father's love and to prove how able she is to render the same service a male child can. She's the one and only child of Alhaji Aliyu Bulama, the founder of Bulama Cooperation. Yusuf Dolari, the second child of Alhaji Abba Dolari is despise by his own father for being a drug addict and a womanizer thus losing his position in the family company to his complicated elder sister, Jasraa. ******************** THIS BOOK IS NOT EDITED, YOU MAY FIND MISTAKES AND GRAMMATICAL ERROR IN SOME CHAPTERS. ******************** Dedicated to Maeesha Yahaya (Rest In Peace) Book Completed (January 01 to June 17, 2020)

When Arianna marries billionaire Zach Price to save her family, she doesn't expect to fall in love with a man who'd always consider her a second choice. An unexpected turn of events brings the couple closer together, but can a marriage based on lies and deceit ever survive? ***** When Arianna's older sister, Olivia, decides to run away on the day of her wedding, Arianna is forced to take her place to save her family from ruin. But her new husband is angry, heartbroken, and seems to hate her guts. The cold, elusive billionaire Zach Price has never quite struck Arianna as the kind of man she'd want to spend her entire life with. She was more than content with her sweet, thoughtful boyfriend Noah, but when circumstances force them together, Zach and Arianna's hearts get entangled in a way she never saw coming. As the couple grows closer, they must battle the demons of their past and of the lives they left behind - especially when Olivia returns and decides she wants Zach all for herself. Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual abuse, and mentions abortion and miscarriage. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

Romance Ranking: #1 on 05/09/17 #2 on 07/08/17 #3 on 06/08/17 ----------- My phone fell down with a loud thud and he trapped me to the headboard of our bed. "Did you forget you are married?" I was silent. "Answer me!!" he roared and I shook my head in negative. " Whom do you belong to?" I was silent again and I was scared with his behavior. He banged the headboard and I flinched and answered " Yo- You!!? He sighed and told me "I think I should let you know you are mine." with that he brought his face dangerously close to mine and I screamed. " Stop!!!" _______ Zoya Usmaan Abdullah was a beautiful women. she was 21, and love her parents more than anything else in her life but she never thought that the love for her parents will land her in trouble to Marty an annoying stranger. Ahan Yusif Khan was an devilishly handsome man. He was 26, an responsible arrogant business man but his whole world changes upside down when he falls for a girl zoya. (First few chapters may have some spell errors, ignore to enjoy the story. ) Please don't copy my book, I am working and thinking really hard for all my chapters. Stealing other's imagination is the the world's disgusting thing. (Not edited)

He's arrogant she's sweet. He's hard, she's soft. He's composed, she talks a lot. Read as destiny bring this two different individuals together in a tight and unseparatetable relationship...