The extraordinary story of Yasmin and Fahad.a love that begins in silence, in unspoken moments, and blooms when least expected. A journey of true, qadr-guided love, exploring the beauty of patience, faith, and heartfelt connection. Along the way, discover intertwining hearts, hidden lines, and other love stories waiting to unfold.pure, halal, and destined.(Follow for frequent updates IN SHA ALLAH 💚)

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! By twenty-two, Zainab Bello had perfected the art of disliking men without apology. Not quietly. Not politely. Loudly, deliberately, and with enough reasons to justify it. Men talked too much when they knew too little. They took space like it was owed to them. They listened only when it suited them. And if there was one thing Zainab was certain of, it was this: any room that required her to shrink for a man was not a room she intended to stay in. So when the white Benz scratched her car and sped off without an apology that morning, she didn't see an accident. She saw proof. NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! Updates every Sunday.

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖟𝖆 𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 Book 2 (Can also read as standalone) Zaviar Raza, once a charming sunshine, is now the silent and cold CEO of Raza Enterprises, broken by heartbreak when the woman he secretly loved married someone else, leaving him unable to move on. Haya Imran, a divorced woman who survived an abusive marriage, thought her life was finally settling-until her father arranges another marriage for her, to none other than her academic rival. But can she truly trust him with her heart? Will Zaviar's devotion be enough to heal her scars, or will the past come back to shatter their fragile happiness? x 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 x • Arranged marriage • Second Chance • Unrequited Love (later turns mutual) • Divorced FMC • Cold MMC x Grumpy FMC • "Can burn the world for her" • He fell first and harder ✯ -this book is for the ones who choose devotion, even when it hurts. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 27 / 09 / 2025 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: ________

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

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#1 in duties on wattpad 💃. MOE series. Did you enjoy 1? Well here is 2! Way better and even more experienced. Umaima's story with the emir of Kano, Abdallah Turaki. COPYRIGHT @2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. zuzulovesto_write. No part of this story is copied, everything is fictional and any resemblance is coincidential.

Maryam Nazeef Danbatta is the crown jewel of the Danbatta legacy. Surrounded by five overprotective brothers and a father whose name commands the very soil of Kano, her life is a beautiful, velvet-lined cage. At twenty, her world is defined by lecture halls, family traditions at her grandmother's estate, and the silent understanding that she is "too delicate" for the world outside. She is safe. She is loved. She is invisible to danger. Then there is Khalil. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly powerful, Khalil is the son of a political dynasty and the only man the Danbatta lions truly respect. He has been a fixture in Maryam's life for years...a silent, arrogant shadow who barely acknowledges her existence. To Maryam, he is the "Ice King," a man too high on his own pedestal to notice a girl like her. But behind Khalil's chilling indifference lies a calculation years in the making. He hasn't been ignoring her; he's been waiting. Waiting for her to grow up. Waiting for the right move. Waiting to dismantle the very walls her brothers built to keep him out. In a world where reputation is everything and family is law, can a quiet obsession turn into a "halal" happily ever after? Or will the secrets Khalil carries burn down the fortress Maryam calls home?