Hannu na karkarwa yake, jiki na har bari yake, saboda tun da nake Rai na Bai taba baci ba kamar yau, ban taba tunanin Baba zai iya abin da yayi yau ba, na saka hannu na na toshe kunne na saboda na daina Jin muryar shi, Amma tamkar a gaba na yake ihun, tamkar ni din yake yiwa masifa "...Saboda ke Baki da mutunci, ke ba yar mutunci bace ba, har ni zance kiyi Abu ki kiyi, to se de ki bar min gida na yau dinnan, ki fito ki hada kayan ki ki bar min gida na, ni ba shashan namiji bane ba..." He kept on saying, ya cigaba da fada Yana yarfa zagi, na zata zagi na Yan kauye ne, na zata ana yin zagi ne ga mutanen da ba su da ilimi, se gashi Baba ne yake zagin Mama a tsakar gida, a gaban mu, gaban kishiyar ta, gaban almajirai, masu aiki yake mata wannan cin mutuncin, nasan ya taba, ba sau daya ba, ba sau biyu ba Amma Bai taba cin mata mutunci irin na yau ba, a gani na ko Babu komai ya kamata taci albarkacin mu, ya kamata ya daga mata kafa saboda mu, se naji zuciya ta tana zafi, tana zugi na kasa hakuri na fito daga dakin, Kai a lokacin ma it's as though I'm possessed saboda wallahi kwakwalwa ta bata tare da ni, zuciya ta ce kawai ke fada min kada na bari, kada nayi shiru cin mutuncin yayi yawa, na kuwa fito tsakar gidan, gidan yayi tsit saboda Baba ya gama ya wuce dakin shi, se almajiran mu biyu suna yiwa Amarya shanyar labule da suka wanke mata, na wuce su na nufi dakin shi fuska ta tayi Wani irin ja, hatta wata vein da nake da ita a goshi na ta fito, tabbacin Rai na ya baci, Yana zaune na same shi a parlon shi, na kalle shi saboda ko sallama banyi ba shi ma ya kalle ni nace "Baba! Me yasa zaka dinga cin zarafin Maman mu a gaban mu, a gaban kowa a gidannan, me tayi maka?" Se ya dago ya kalle ni, I can see the amazement in his eyes, saboda yayi mamaki, baiyi tunanin bakar zuciya ta har ta Kai haka ba... Inaaya

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

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.