[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

book two you can check out book one though they defer .

Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.