As humans, we all make plans but Allah is the best of planners.Four cousins thought they had their lives all sorted out.They all had plans for the future but what they didn't anticipate is what destiny had in store for them.... Fateema:She was a sweet, jovial and highly intelligent young lady until the nightmare that changed her life & turned her into a complete shadow of her former self.She became quiet, anti-social, dull & boring. She never laughs & smiles only occasionally. Her plans; Never be tied in bondage of marriage to any color-changing chameleon in form of a man! Mahmud; He's Fateema's identical twin brother. A born introvert, he's quiet and reserved by nature.He's cynical, mysterious and cocky.His friends refer to him as a tortoise with a large impenetrable shell into which he retreats and resurfaces only when he deems fit.In short, he's an enigma, nobody understands him.Well,maybe with the exception of just one person..... Walida:She's the true lady of the house. She's so sweet, loving & friendly. An excellent cook, she's a fashionista and a selfie-queen.All in all, she's the right picture of perfection, except for one hitch--she's a sickler! Her dream; To stop being sick! Iman:Ah! The "light" of the entire house. She's hyperactive, social, talkative, boisterous, stubborn, witty, carefree, naughty, clever. ...and so it goes on.In short, Iman is the light that illuminates the dullness in the lives of her cousins. With her witty remarks & naughty pranks, life never gets boring. Her plan? ; To marry her knight in shining armor , the Crown Prince of Katagum, Ayman Modibbo Tukur. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Hers is a story of betrayal of trust, deception and shame such that she gave up on life. And then hope came from the least unlikely source but with great obstacles... Theirs is a story in which marital strings are bonded together & no earthly sword, no cultural belief, no mortal being can pull apart.The ties are

*KUSKURE* Wasu kurakuran ba da gangan aka yi su ba, Wasu kuma ana yi ne saboda neman soyayya, neman 'yanci... ko kuma kawai neman wanda zai nuna _Kai ma kana da muhimmanci a cikin rayuwa_ Sunanta *INAAYA* Yarinya marainiya da ta girma a gidan da ta kasa tantance matsayin ta, rukon ta ake ko ko yar gidan ce itama? An raba ta da dangin mahaifiyarta, An tauye mata 'yancin ta, an hana mata nutsuwa Har ta fara yarda cewa... ba ta da kowa, ba Wanda yake bukatar ta, ita ba tada amfani ma a duniyar. Watarana sai kawai ya tsaya a gaban ta *Hashim* Saurayin da ya fara kallonta ba a matsayin yarinya marainiya ba... amma a matsayin _mace_ Ya koya mata dariya. Ya koya mata bude baki har tayi magana Ya koya mata cewa watakila akwai wanda zai iya son ta. Amma soyayya ba koyaushe take zuwa a lokacin da ya dace ba. Domin Inaaya tana da shekara goma sha shida kawai A ranar da asirin ta ya tonu, Wayar da ta boye, Sakonnin da Hashim ya turo bai kamata a gani ba Maman Safar ta gani. Soyayyar da ba ta san inda zata kai ta ba. Sai Abba ya yanke hukunci. AURE. Ba a tambaye ta abin da take so ba. Ba a ba ta lokacin fahimtar abin da ke faruwa ba. Kawai Abba yace... _Ba dai soyayya kika zaba ba? To aure zan yi miki_ Amma da wa? Hashim? Ko wani daban?... A gefe guda kuma akwai *Zunnura* Mace mai shekaru talatin da uku da ta dade tana jiran nata lokacin. Da farko bata yarda da aure ba... _kana da mata?_ _eh Ina da ita!_ Ta shata layi tsakanin ku, Kwatsam sai ta hadu da Aliyu, a soyayyar shi sai ta manta Ashe ita bata son Mai mata. A nashi bangaren Yana da HABIBA, wadda zata iya yin komai akan mijin ta HABIBAr da ya cewa idan taji Yana maganar budurwar tasa a Nemo malamai ayi masa rukiya shafar aljanu ce.. Babu Wanda ya fada mata Aliyun ta zaiyi aure, sai da ta shiga TikTok sai suka fada mata Soyayya. Kishi. Raunin yara. Iyaye. Da kurakuran da suke bin mutum har bayan ya girma. KUSKURE.

Zayd Ibrahim was the kind of man people feared. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He controlled boardrooms, ruined reputations with a single decision, and never allowed emotions to cloud his judgment. Until her. Maymoona Bashir - Maya - was soft in every way he wasn't. Quiet smiles. Gentle eyes. A heart too pure for a man like him. What started as accidental meetings slowly became something dangerous. Because Zayd Ibrahim was not the type to let go of things he wanted. And the more Maya tried to stay away from him... the more he pulled her beneath his control.

What will happen when Hamza Jimeta, a rich billionaire tycoon's heir, meets Halima Sa'idu, a girl who has been scarred from childhood traumas. Will Usman fall for her? Will he mend her broken soul?

//UNDERGOING (SLOW) MAJOR EDITS// In this life there are people who love for the sake of Allah (swt) while some love for materialistic things,what will happen when sweet and caring zinat falls on the wrong side of love? Not only did it break her heart it also broke her trust in men and ruined the friendship between her and her best friend,everyone knows a girls best friend isn't just a friend but a sister,a confidant,an advisor,a shoulder to cry on...But unfortunately she lost both on the same day, how much can a girl endure? Zinat flew to another country to heal her broken heart,but will that happen? Will she fall in love again? And most importantly with who? Betrayal,Muslim Mafia,Love triangle,Fate,Destiny *Highest Ranks* Arewa: Ranked no.1 on ••2nd April 2025•• Deen: Ranked no.2 in 2023-2024 Hausa: Ranked no.1 on 31st Jan, 2025 Bipolar disorder: Ranked no 2 in 2024 Twistandturns: Ranked no.4 in 2024

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?

They say; •~Indeed, their is light at the end of every tunnel~• Read and find out how a lady who is so much against arranged marriages finds herself in one, with the person she least expected will be her spouse one day. But it doesn't always work out for everyone, does it? *she thinks*. Especially when she has a pessimistic personality and believes that even if God forbid she gets tied into one, it will never be like the others. Will there be light at the end of her own tunnel? Will she have the happy marriage she's always dreamt of? Or will her personality drive her into the dark canvas? Started on: 10th September 2021. Ended on: No plagiarizing!!! ©amamatukabir

In a home where love was a currency, she was always bankrupt. Her parents' affection was reserved for the twin who reflected their every hope, leaving her to inherit the hushed comparisons and soft dismissals. She was constantly reminded of her lesser worth, but she never imagined her marriage would be a cast-off from the twin who was truly desired. Offered as a consolation prize, she expects only disappointment in a loveless union. Yet, the journey of marriage becomes an unexpected path to self-discovery. The Color Of My Own Sky is a story of the invisible bruises that shape a soul, and the battle to finally find the courage to paint your own brilliant horizon. Nov. 3 ©deey_jah