Surayya Galadima isn't just a name: it's a statement. The woman everyone watches but never truly knows. A vision of sophistication and perfectionist in every sense of the word. Everything about her is deliberate, not forced, just naturally refined. She owns every room she steps into exuding an effortless confidence that makes her the girl everyone either wants to be or wants to have. And if you claim neither, you're lying, or just jealous. Surayya has mastered the art of keeping the world at arm's length while still keeping them hooked. Just enough glimpses to keep people watching. Never personal, never too much. People call her cold and some call her snobbish. But that's because only a few people get to see past her walls. Those who assume they know her? They only know the version she chooses to show. Tareeq Maiyaki isn't just royalty: he is the silent storm, power in its most dangerous form with his destiny written long before he could even walk. A man of few words, but when he speaks, everyone listens. He doesn't need to demand attention, he simply exists and the world adjust. Maybe it comes with the royal lineage or just raw commanding energy. If there's one thing in his ever so calculated life that refuses to bend to his will, it's Surayya Galadima. The one name he name he never speaks, the one thought he never acknowledges, yet she's always there. The exception. The complication. >>> When life took them by surprise and got them tangled in the most unexpected situation, will their strong-headedness and ego win...or love, the most powerful emotion known to mankind?

A Hausa/english kinda story about three sisters and how they cope with their arranged 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.

He stared at his grandfather. Okay, old age is dealing with the guy real bad or he wouldn't have gotten him married without his consent.....that too, to a freaking seventeen year old. She's just seventeen.....and boom, they got him married to her. Does he look like a pedophile or what?? Doesn't he have anyone he could think of to get them married? He chose him of all people? Great! "Ra'ees" his grandfather called bringing him out of his trance of thoughts. He looked up but didn't say a word. "Yassine is now your wife......and I assume you'll take good care of her" Wife his foot! He nodded still not saying a single thing. What was he even supposed to say?! "Masha Allah" Baba, his grandfather muttered. "You can go" he added. He stood up without a word and left. "You're married" Aunt suwaiba said and she stared at her dumbfounded. Someone should freaking tell her this is a freaking joke because..........what?!!!! "Your husband will inshallah come to pick you tomorrow, so get ready" The woman added and left. All of this is happening because her parents are not alive......and she now lost the only grandfather that's always there for her. Yes! That's the reason or no one would dare try that thing with her.................. A soldier, life always at risk, a broken heart with dark secrets. A little girl that's yet to discover the world, soft hearted and crazy. Will this marriage work out or the old really made a mistake of uniting them?? Find out by reading "NOW AND FOREVER!!" #2 Arewa on 8th June 2025 Copyright © 2023. All rights reserved.

A little pain gives space for gain . "Tsk ,and here I was thinking you were feeling remorseful for being caught smiling sheepishly at your lovers text in your husband's car . He Always had a way of ticking me off. Don't talk like this is a love and legalized marriage . "I spat " . "You don't love me and I got barred by your lover today ". You think it's ok. I knew it I should have more than slapped you. "I don't love salmah and it won't start with you . You are no different from other women outside . So don't be deceived Both you and I know why we are married . On a normal circumstance you won't be anywhere near Khalil Adam Gaddafi.

"𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement." "An agreement...?" "There's something that needs to be gone, right?"

"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.

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,

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

AOTH Sagir Bawa was once a man overflowing with love and tenderness until his first heartbreak shattered his soul in the cruellest way imaginable. That single event transformed him, filling his heart with bitterness and leaving him vowing never to love again. Relationships, marriage, and the thought of being with another woman became a distant, scorned memory. But fate rarely follows the plans we make. When his parents decide to force him into an arranged marriage, despite his vehement protests, Sagir finds himself standing on the precipice of a promise he made long ago. Will he bend to their will, or stay true to his vow to never love again? Then came her........ Hairana Sultan, whose stubbornness and fiery personality masked a life overshadowed by aching sorrow. She believed love was nothing but an illusion-a word spoken but never truly felt. And like Sagir, marriage had been forced upon her, though to Hairana, it seemed like the only way to grasp her freedom. But secrets have their own gravity, and Hairana's mother holds the weightiest one of all-one that could shake Hairana's world to its core. When Sagir and Hairana's paths collide, both tethered by destiny, their unyielding stubbornness threatens to combust. Neither believes in love; neither trusts the idea of happiness shared with another. Yet, can the heart remain untouched when fate is determined to intervene? As challenges arise, and life's trials test the strength of their resolve, will their hearts soften toward each other-or will their aching hearts remain impenetrable, refusing to bow to the whispers of love? ......... ☺️☺️☺️