Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

Meet Zarah,a 19 years old quiet nerdy girl who just got admitted into Bayero university kano to study medicine 😁 what happens when an encounter changes her life forever ? And Professor Mubarak, the youngest lecturer in the whole department , he is what we call the king of hearts, the hottest bachelor in the whole university who lost the love of his life (his wife) in a plane crash🥺 What happens when destiny makes the path of an introverted nerd girl crosses that of a man who has given up on love.............. Follow me as the drama unleash....... Read what is hidden behind each chapter...... This is an unedited story so read at your own risk ... The first few chapters are short but it gets better as we move on 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻 #1 hausa(22nd june 2019)😁😁😁😁😁😁

COMPLETED. |Book one in the Royal Series| --- In the realm of royalty, chance encounters are not mere happenstance; they are ordained by destiny. They are destined to cross our paths, shaping our lives or altering theirs. Witness the tale of two fractured souls, their fates intertwined by the hand of destiny. Their meeting was not orchestrated; instead, it was decreed by fate itself. Within the opulent halls of the palace, amidst whispers of courtly intrigue, they found solace in each other's presence. -- "I love you with every fiber of my being," declared Ariana, her voice echoing through the grand chambers. "If I were faced with the choice between drawing breath and proclaiming my love for you, I would choose the latter without hesitation," professed Aryan, his words resounding with sincerity and devotion. --- A²🥀 Royal x Simple☘️ Started; 5|9|21 Completed; 29|1|23. © rukayyatuuu No plagiarism of this book!!

A single sinful mistake has Aisha's life zapped before her eyes despite having a contrite heart of her past, What she has always wanted comes to her when she least expected, but doesn't matter how contrite her heart is covering lies with lies wasn't the best idea but in a world with thousands possibilities she was hopeful that her past remains in the past building a new life sound like a nice idea but what happens when the person she wants has his heart else where torn between pleasing the girl he love and the girl he now finds infatuated with Abdul has no idea what his fate will be.....dive into this mesmerizing book with a love triangle and twist you've never read before.📖

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

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.

In a world where love doesn't come softly and healing isn't always gentle, Velvet Hearts follows the emotional journey of Hafsat,a young woman battling the silent storms of PCOS while trying to hold on to her identity, her strength, and her heart. When a quiet man like Abdallah walks into her life, walls begin to shake. But nothing is simple,not their connection, not her struggles, and definitely not their families. Between piercing words, misunderstood intentions, longing glances, and the battle to be enough, Hafsat must choose whether love is worth the vulnerability. A story of scars,some seen, most hidden. A tale of love that tests patience, friendship that heals, and pain that refines. Velvet Hearts is not just romance. It's the raw, real, and rare kind of love... stitched with velvet, but edged with thorns.

Afeeyah was never supposed to be his wife. She was his sister. The little girl who used to steal his hoodies, hide behind his legs, and fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. Afdal loved her - always. But not this way. He loved her in every unseen, unspoken, unreturnable way a boy could love the girl raised beside him. Then life twisted. Destiny flipped the script. And suddenly, the girl who once called him brother... became the woman tied to him by nikkah. But love doesn't follow logic. And hearts don't obey timelines. Now Afeeyah must learn to live with a man she still sees through the lens of childhood... While Afdal fights to unbury a love he buried long ago. This isn't a fairy tale. This is faith, family, and a marriage born from chaos. Not My Choice, Still My Nikkah - where hearts collide, lines blur, and the real question isn't why... but what now? --- > © Khulsum Saleem. All Rights Reserved. Wattpad Edition | 2025 This isn't the marriage she wanted. But maybe... it's the love she needed.

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,