Hanan Shafiq is a normal 22-year-old obsessed with fashion. She was unaffected by the craze of internationally famous Muhsin Khaleed. No, she didn't have time for fangirling, since she had been waiting on her childhood first love to come back for her after 17 years. Just when she thinks life is going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything she had built over all these years. And the most thrilling part of the story is the fact that the man was none other but the globally celebrated Muhsin Khaleed.

There's a saying: If you're meant to be, you'll always find your way back to each other. Some say opposites attract, but Ali El-Ameen and Fatima Taheerah Harun beg to differ. What began as a mere coincidence blossomed into a beautiful journey. Life wasn't always a bed of roses or bursts of violet, but they embraced it together. From the moment their gazes met, a silent understanding passed between them-one only they could comprehend. They found each other in the most unexpected of places, but their story didn't end there. In fact, it was only the beginning. Through life's storms, they became each other's anchor, finding solace in one another. What started as an innocent gesture soon grew into something far more profound. But will their bond endure every trial, or will life's challenges pull them apart? Join Ali and Fatima on their journey as they navigate the crests and troughs of life, discovering love, resilience, and the power of destiny.

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. [#3 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] Janaan Anwaar Othman, the cherished figure in the Othman family, is untouchable, and no one escapes unscathed in her presence. She's not one to confront outsiders, as her affections are reserved for her beloved older cousin-brother, Hamal Habib Malik, who doubles as her anchor during panic attacks and nightmares. To Janaan, no one compares to Hamal. Everything changes when she declares her love for Hamal at the tender age of fourteen, only to be met with a crushing rejection that prompts Hamal to leave the country. Janaan is left shattered. Four years later, they find themselves at the same school, unable to hold back their feelings, and confess their love once more. But when Hamal, once again, abandons her, Janaan's father arranges her marriage to another cousin, Aalam Muhsin Malik, sparking chaos in the Othman and Malik families. No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. Like a thundering of storm echoing around the whole earth, catapulting the sleeping stars, flinging the slothful moon, slinging away the beaming sun, she drop in a tiny bit of flame wherever she dropped her foot on. Her presence must be known and felt, by nook or by crook. Her audacious, dareful arrogance is enough to attract everyone's mental focus. She is never to be disrespected and take no crap from anyone. In her eyes, everyone is equal, be it rich or poor, old or young. But she loves being rich. Striving with a lot of strenuous effort to save a dying clothing brand in the Capital of Chad, D'jamena but no luck. Angered beyond words, she gets to meet the person behind her destruction, or the easiest person to condemn. A Nigerian business tycoon wanting to build his business where she has hers, Sa'eed Ibn Umar Garbai El-Kanemi. The infuriating wealthy man have the audacity to offer some cash for her to give up her own company. Worst of all, the government officials are behind his decision like the leeches they've always been. But she made a decision that changed her life, for good or worse? No one knows! With a bruised ego, Suhayr Imraan Khalid vowed to make his life a living nightmare. Having both headstrong bulls, the journey is never going to be smooth. That is how they got married to each other, both flames not ready to die down making a deep pit of an inferno. How shocking she proposed the marriage to him. It is the best ride, it is filled to the brim with wickedness, mischief, danger, revenge, dark desire and a lot more we need to unsheathe... Cover made by: Ferdeausee

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. The morning rays rose above the horizon. Sunlight streamed her bedroom through the gaps of the curtain lightening up the room with warm glow. She rolled over and gazed out the window overlooking the shines over the other buildings. The new rays brought a new day, the day she will get her husband back. The sun slowly began to slide from the sky, pulling the blue canopy on its fall and slowly creeping behind was an ominous black shroud. The sun was beginning to set, casting subtle hues of dusk across the sky and she still is thinking of ways to have him back in her arms. Will she ever be able to do so or will the new wife coming to their home have him all to herself? No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she has destroyed with her bare hands and she will do that In Twenty One Days. No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. October 10th. She once believed it was the finest day of the year. How innocent she was. Now, burdened by countless harrowing memories, she longs to rewrite them. That day continued to haunt her for many years. No, forgiveness is not an option. She vows to avenge her child's murder, rising in power to dismantle the aristocratic family guarding dark secrets within their pristine mansion walls. No longer naive or ignorant, this woman breathes vengeance. Her eyes conceal a thirst for retribution and bloodshed. She's set on dethroning those modern pharaohs. The flicker of life dims in the presence of her pain and sorrow. Eyes filled with anguish, shrouded in raw pain from her trials and tribulations, she's now ready to fight for the one thing everyone warned her against-justice against the government itself.

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.