Amali's life has never been gentle. A stepbrother who calls obsession "love." A stepsister who bullies her for existing. A mother who expects perfection, no matter the cost. Then, one week before her stepsister's wedding to Muhammad Zayn... she disappears. To protect her family's image, Amali is forced to step into a marriage built on conditions, silence, and a promise of divorce the moment her stepsister returns. But Zayn is cold. Controlled. unreadable. And the closer Amali gets to him, the more the truth twists around her. Who is Muhammad Zayn behind that icy mask? Why does he watch her like he knows more than he says? And what will happen when the secrets they're both hiding finally explode?

Amir Hamza Bagwai, the prince and betrothed king of Bagwai city, arrogant and filled with pride, a total opposite from his father, Hamza Bagwai. His parents worry about their only son who is about to be crowned king in a few months, "he's too proud to rule the people of this kingdom", yusrah Hamza Bagwai complained to her husband. "then we get him married before he becomes king, he may change if he meets a lady", Hamza Bagwai replied. Zahra Ali karaye, a lady in her early twenties, with the wildest dreams of living a free life without being tied down to any man. she has no plans to marry.... until a wedding proposal is brought to her, an arranged marriage between her and the arrogant prince. Find out how true love can truly change a person's personality in a short period of time.

"Baby girl I can't promise you the moon but I can promise to kiss you under the lights of a thousand star" he whispered his breath fanning her face. He cupped her cheeks in his hand leaning in to capture her lips in his. They kiss each other passionately under the stars forgetting about everybody, about the people watching them and about the whole universe. This is so not your expected story. It's a long journey with drama, romance, love and fun. A Hausa love story with lots of unexpected turns along the way. Follow me on a love journey of Faisal and Ammah cause it's gonna be one heck of a ride. Cover by: hijabifeminist All rights reserved Completed.

At eighteen, Maryam is a firecracker. She has a sharp mouth and an even sharper wit, though her family loves her for her honesty. Her life revolves around her obsession with culinary arts she doesn't just want to cook, she wants to revolutionize the food industry and own a world-class restaurant. Maryam was a skeptic of romance until she met Alamin. She gave him her heart completely, only to have it shattered when she caught him in the arms of her best friend. That betrayal turned her heart to stone. She made a vow: Love is a distraction I can no longer afford. As Maryam tries to bury her pain in her recipes, her world starts to crumble. Family secrets begin to leak out financial struggles, hidden pasts, and rivalries create a storm of drama at home, making her dream of opening a restaurant feel further away than ever. Enter Fareed, a 26-year-old architectural prodigy. As the eldest son of a powerful family, he is used to being in control. He is cold, commands every room he enters, and possesses a tongue just as sharp as Maryam's. When their paths cross, it's instant friction. Fareed finds her stubborn....Maryam finds him arrogant. However, Fareed sees a spark in her that he can't ignore. For the second time in his life, the man who is a no-nonsense falls hard. Together, they face many challenges on their journey.

Completed Hamma... I don't feel like eating." "Noor, eat that food now!" I said, my voice firm and commanding, cutting through the silence. She looked down at her plate, her eyes filled with reluctance. "Hamma, please... I'm not hungry. And... the food is too much for me to finish." "Noor, don't argue with me. I'm not your mate," I replied sharply. "You better eat that food, or I will force it down your throat. Trust me, I can do it." My words hung heavily in the air, a clear and unmistakable threat..... This is a story about two young people who were married without their consent, a union carried out with their parents' approval. ...So technically, it was an arranged marriage from their parents' perspective, but a forced marriage from theirs. He was far too arrogant for her liking, and she was far too stubborn and clumsy for his. Could this journey ever truly work...? We all have those cousins who can hardly be called family-more like cats and dogs. Sharing the same roof is nearly impossible, even when the rain pours endlessly. ⚠🚫⚠ WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN PACE!!! This is a fictional story; all characters and events are imaginary, and any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. It also explores forced marriage, is highlighting both its advantages and disadvantages-something parents should carefully consider before practicing it. Yours faithfully, The Writer

Some choices are made for love. Others... are made in anger. Zafirah thought she understood sacrifice - leaving pieces of herself behind for a marriage she believed in, for a man she chose without hesitation. Julaybeeb thought he understood control - discipline, order, doing what was necessary even when it wasn't easy. But love, as they would soon learn, is neither controlled nor contained. One decision. One moment of hurt. One line crossed that cannot be undone. And suddenly, everything they built begins to unravel. Distance grows. Silence deepens. And choices - the kind you cannot take back - are made. Because sometimes, love is not enough. And sometimes... the only thing left is The Final Choice.

There's a name she's been avoiding her whole life. Not because she hates him - though she'd like you to think that. But because he has always had a way of making her feel like the ground beneath her feet was slightly less stable than it was before he walked into the room. She thought it was irritation. She was wrong. Now she's nineteen, engaged to a man she didn't choose, banned from her hostel, and about to spend every day in dangerous proximity to the one person her heart apparently didn't get the memo about. *She didn't know it was him.* *He always knew it was her.* --- The Only Choice - Book Two of The Choices Series 🌚

Zafirah Abdullahi has never had trouble finding her place in a room. Charismatic, bold, and impossibly herself, she moves through life the way she moves through a crowd - effortlessly, and always at the center of it. At Air Force Comprehensive School, she is known by everyone and loved by most, and that has always been enough. Final year was supposed to be simple. Study, survive exams, attend prom, go home. It is not simple. There is Ajmal - calm, patient, and quietly certain about her in a way that is both flattering and terrifying. There is Jawad - her cousin, her person, her most complicated relationship, whose feelings neither of them have found the courage to examine too closely. And then there is someone else entirely. Someone who doesn't fit neatly into any category she has, who looks at her without softening what he sees, and whose indifference bothers her far more than it should. Three people. Three different kinds of attention she wasn't looking for. And Zafirah, who has always known exactly who she is, slowly discovering that knowing yourself and understanding yourself are not the same thing at all. Some choices are easy. The first one never is.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach. She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land. What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience. After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made. She says yes before she finishes thinking. This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.