When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

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Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

"Did I or did I not tell you to be quiet?!" He pulled out his belt from the loops of his trousers. I took a step back, terrified. "I'm going to beat the living day light out of you useless child!" "Dawud you are useless! You are the worst punishment I've ever received! How can you get straight F's on your report card? Do you know how much that tarnishes my image as a mother?" "Don't worry Dawud. We will run away." Dalha whispered as our father's belt landed on us at the same time. "Read my lips!" She slapped my cheek and I held it, my eyes welling up with tears. "You are NOT my child." I burst into tears and was met with yet another slap. "You see? We should've aborted his pregnancy. This child is as useless as useless can be. I'm removing him from school." "Oh, don't cry, Dawud." Ya Sajada consoled me. "You will be fine." "I hate you Dawud! You're a curse to me!" My mother screamed at the top of her lungs.