"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.

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

Book one of the "𝗨𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱" series 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘁 Then she asked, "Where are we going, Yusuf?" I corrected her gently. "Yaya Yusuf." She looked puzzled. "Huh?" "I mean... you should address me as Yaya Yusuf. It shows respect in our Hausa tradition." She blinked, then nodded slowly. "Okayyy. Yaya Yusuf. Where are we going?" I smiled a little. "We're going to a boutique. Or would you prefer we go to a café? It's your call." She thought for a moment, looking out the window again. Then she said, "I'd like to go to the biggest library in Kaduna...Kashim Ibrahim Library." I glanced at her, surprised. "A library? Seriously, Aisha? You want us to go to a libra..." "Yaya Aisha." she said cutting me off. Now it was my turn to look confused. She smiled...small, but mischievous. "I mean... you should address me as Yaya Aisha. Respect is reciprocal, you know."

Fadila Ahmad: A middle-class damsel. Sweet, intelligent, lovely, and down to earth in her own small world, always happy. Who only sees marriage as an arrangement for happiness, love, and comfort. But there is something else she doesn't know about marriage also. What do you think will be fadila's marital challenge?... Mahmud Abubakar: A son to a politician, construction, and food company. A very successful handsome spoilt brat. He got it all the full package, the look, fame, intelligence, kind and family. Born with a silver spoon. But there is something else the former model is lacking which is freedom, he gets controlled by his mother. What will happen when he gets caged free from her when he set his eyes on the caramel-skinned beauty?.. who he is very sure his mother won't accept. What do you think will be the consequences of his action?.. Find out in this lovely story This is not a love story!! This is a story of love!! ⚠️ warning 🔞 Content warning*** Mature content! Substances! Language! Violence! Hatred! Sexual content! This story has some quite descriptive sex scenes, which I will inform you at the beginning of the Chapter. Please read at your discretion!!! Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your library. Love, dailymail1 Highest Ranking #1 in Hausa 17, Sep 2021 #1 in Fulani 15, Sep 2021 #1 in mother in law 13, Sep 2021 #5 in NAIJA novel 23, Nov 2021 #5 in rated18, 30 Dec 2021

Started 10 July 2019 Finished 10 June 2020 NOT EDITED A story about how a thirty eight year old falls in love with a seventeen year old girl. Mohammed Umar Zama a very successful business man and the owner of many companies, restaurants, casinos around the world with a wealth even he could not count. He is a drug lord he sells weapons and drugs as a part time business to countries all over the globe which brings us to our lady Amina Abubakar Abdullahi a sixteen year old teenager with five over protective big brothers and she's not yet done with her high school. The last born of an honest Nigerian politician. The former Governor of Sokoto State a two times Senator and the current president of Nigeria This book has a huge age gap between Moha and Amina. If you have a problem with books with age gap then you have been warned. Happy reading. This is my third story and I hope you give it a chance YAR MODIBBO CE

🔥🔥 🔥 18+ Only!!! Sofi has 3 problems with the new Boss; he is mean, he keeps picking on her and he is one hot motherfucker! Best Rankings 📈#1 Lagos | 21 June 2021 📈#1 Abuja| 15 July 2021 📈#8 Nigeria | 26 June 2021 📈#1 Nigerian Stories | 21 June 2021 📈#11 African | 20 May 2021 📈#3 Yoruba | 22 May 2021 📈#7 Naija | 22 May 2021 📈#1 NYSC | 22 May 2021 📈#1 Oil and gas | 22 May 2021 📈# 2 Lekki | 22 May 2021 This is the second book in the Lagos Hustle and Love Series. 1st Book: Playing House (Completed, check my works) 3rd Book: Flaming Shadow (Chapter 1 out in August 6th 2021) Warning: Contains a ton of Nigerian & Black slangs (Most of them are googleable so I will leave them in italics but I will add an index of slangs chapter soon) I appreciate corrections and constructive criticism.

COMPLETE AND EDITED VERSION AVAILABLE ON SELAR AND AMAZON (EBOOK & PAPERBACK) ~JALILAH~ Jalilah, a sweet, lively, and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, knows no care in the world. An orphan since her parents passed away when she was just a year old, she has lived her entire life with her uncle, who promised to love and care for her as his own, never differentiating between her and his own children. ~JALAL~ Jalal, a twenty-nine-year-old handsome and wealthy man, lives life on his own terms. Despite being the object of many girls' affection, he is not one to be trifled with. He maintains a cold exterior, having constructed numerous walls around himself for reasons sacred to him. No one has attempted to breach these walls, but deep down, he is fragile and teetering on the brink of losing himself. What lies behind these impenetrable walls? And what will happen when a marriage is arranged between these two contrasting individuals? Will Jalilah be able to break down the barriers? Will Jalal ever grant her the opportunity to do so? Can she save him before he succumbs to his inner turmoil? ** Join me as we embark on the journey of JALAL ABDURRAHMAN MARSHAL and JALILAH ABDULMALIK MARSHAL. Jsquare❤️ Started; 30|9|20 Completed; 24|12|21 © rukkayyatuu No plagiarizing of this book!!

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,

JADWA

Love is a strong feeling of affection, idolization, adulation, endearment and adoration. Love is happiness and love is delight. As a young Muslimah, she always imagined her life as a fantasy, believing in the perfect prince charming material falling head over heels for her and living her happily ever after with him. But in life, we don't always get what we want. Falling in love is a great feeling. Being loved in return is even a more greater feeling. But not being loved in return by the one we love is doleful. It hurts when you get betrayed by the one you trusted. It makes you see love as a painful, selfish and abhorred act. Hearts were broken and shattered, but when all hopes were lost, destiny took it's course. Bringing to you the tale of Afreen. A story about Love and Betrayal. A book of lessons, feelings and the journey of love.