When Allah wants two souls to be together, they will even if the distance between them is the distance between heaven and earth _________ Not every love story begins with fireworks. Sometimes, it starts with broken hearts, quiet prayers, and two souls carrying wounds only time can soothe. Rahmah never believed love would come for her-at least not the kind that stays. The kind that sees your scars, your fears, your silence... and chooses you still. Ahmad was never looking for love, until he found it staring back at him in the quiet strength of a woman who didn't even know her worth. This is a story of two hearts-flawed, fragile, and faithful. Of pain, healing, and the kind of love that doesn't just come and go. It lasts. When love is written by the One who created hearts... it never fades. Follow me to unravel the incredible love story of Ahmad and Rahmah I'm currently writing this book and sharing it as I go. It's not perfect yet, expect some/a lot of errors and unpolished moments. I truly appreciate your presence and support during the process. Hijram Enjoyyy

COMPLETED!!! Abuja - the city of power and secrets. Zayd Ibrahim Khalil leaned against the hood of his Mercedes, the engine still purring, though he wasn't going anywhere. He scrolled absently through his phone, notifications piling in from friends, half the girls in Abuja, and half-hearted invitations to exclusive parties. His thumb hovered, pausing at a recent blog post headline: "If you like make your papa be minister, this babe no really send you!" The picture beneath it showed him -face frowned, mid-rant and her, calm and unwavering, staring him down like he was nothing more than a storm she refused to be swept away by. She wasn't like the others. She didn't care about who his father was, or how much his car cost, or that he'd graduated from one of the best tech universities in Dubai. She didn't want his attention and that only made him want hers even more. Amina "Amal" Muhammad. Final year Petroleum Engineering student. Youngest of her circle. The one whose eyes didn't just look, they saw. The one whose veil wasn't just fabric, it was conviction. He clenched his jaw. "She thinks she's above it all," he muttered. But beneath his arrogance, something twisted in his chest an ache he didn't want to name. It wasn't just rejection. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. Somewhere across town, Amal sat with her journal open, the words flowing like prayers. "He's everything I was taught to stay away from... but somehow, I keep seeing him everywhere I go." Neither of them knew it yet, but this was no ordinary clash of personalities. This was the beginning of a firestorm. One fueled by pride and mystery, the other by power and faith. This was the moment where love first struck... not gently, but like lightning.
Veiled behind it all secrets, ambition, pain, and the possibility of redemption. And neither of them would come out untouched. Rankings No.1 Naija Stories- 3rd August 2025 No. 2 Arewa Stories- 3rd August 2025 No.1 billionaireson- 7th August 2025

When two cousins meet for the first time one being a troublemaker, stubborn , playful and thinks love is just a chemical reaction that happens in the brain and nothing else while the other is aggressive, heartless , hardheaded and does not have time to think about love or being in a relationship so what you think will happen between them , do you also think they are going to killed each other read more to find out

I stiffened in his arms. ‎ ‎He noticed. Awkwardly, he pulled away. ‎ ‎"Sorry," he said, sounding almost shy. "I can wait till you're ready." ‎ ‎My chest tightened. I could barely look at him when I asked, "Can I please have my own separate room?" ‎ ‎I saw the way his mood shifted. His silence said what his mouth didn't. I had hurt him. Still, he nodded. ‎ ‎"Of course you can," he said quietly. "I'll stay in the opposite room." ‎ ‎Guilt rose in my throat like something bitter. I swallowed hard, but it didn't go away. ‎ ‎"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small. How could I ask for a separate room on our first night together as a couple? What was wrong with me? ‎ ‎"It's okay," he said with a faint smile, and then he turned and walked out. ‎ ‎As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt the silence crawl back in. It wrapped itself around me like smoke, thick and suffocating. ‎ ‎For reasons I didn't fully understand, his touch had pulled something loose in me, memories I'd long buried beneath years of healing and distractions. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I could feel my biological mother's coldness in my bones. Her voice sharp like broken glass. Her love, if it ever existed, was measured in cruelty. I had grown up under the weight of her rejection, bullied, maltreated, unloved. And worse. ‎ ‎There were things I never spoke about. Things that lived in shadows. ‎ ‎Things I tried to forget, but that came rushing back when a hand touched my skin for too long... even if it meant no harm. ‎ ‎It wasn't just the loneliness or the bruises. There were nights I still couldn't explain, and memories that made my stomach twist when I let them surface. ‎ ‎It was a cruel world, and I had learned early not to expect softness. ‎ ‎But then came my stepmom. A woman who should have felt like a stranger, but instead gave me warmth I had never known. She loved me with ease. She made peace feel possible. ‎ ‎She helped me believe that happines

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

He turned abruptly to face her, she was already getting on his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh."You don't get me, do you?" he asked again trying to be clear. "It is you that don't get me, if you did, I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Is that a challenge I hear?" she asked holding her waist with both hands. "Take it as you think of it" he voiced walking away majestically. she groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "He knows I can't, grumpy" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and cuticles is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him. He smirked and said, "Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall. "You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. "Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. "Why what?" She cried "Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall. "Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. "If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go" With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, "If I can't have you, then no one will" He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed! *completed but currently under editing*

" I know this marriage started as an arrangement but now I've fallen for you. Please give me a chance to love you and show you that I care." I told her pleadingly. "I'm sorry but I don't do love. I can't love you and this is a loveless marriage that can never have love in it because I don't have love to give you. I'm sorry but don't even try." She said and left me alone in the room. After her Fiance cancelled their wedding at last minute, she was left broken. Her Father decided to get her married to his friend's son whom she doesn't like but to prove to her ex she is a strong woman and to protect her family's image, she agreed. Will she fall for him? Or will their marriage be a disaster? Read to find out more about Madina and Abubakar and their marriage life.😊😘 Highest rankings. #1 on #believeinyourself out of 1.01k stories - 3/01/24 #1 on #fulani out of 261 stories - 29/02/24 #2 on #Abuja out of 273 stories -24/02/24 #99 on #islam out of 15.4k stories - 24/02/24 #1 on #northern out of 596 stories - 3/06/24 #3 on #betrayal out of 118k stories - 15/06/24

She has been in love with him for as long as she can remember. She was madly head over heels for him. When she was bound to him, things don't go as she expected. Trust gets broken... Lies and deceit.... Twists and distortions. She tried everything. She trusted everyone. But good things don't come easy.

*A thrilling arewa slow burn... Two individuals, living parallel lives, unknowingly mirror each other's experiences, struggles and passions. Their lives run on parallel tracks always crossing paths without ever fully connecting...until faith intervenes. Two lives, two worlds, one unbreakable thread. Aisha, a rising star in the company, and Sudais, her powerful and mysterious boss, seem worlds apart. But as their paths intersect, a hidden connection begins to reveal itself, exposing the intricate web of fate that binds them together. Join me as I unravel this tale of secrets, lies and an unbreakable connection. Is this going to be a happy ending...or will these two hearts remain parallel? ~"An image of complexity, painted in the subtilities of black and gray." Impressive rankings: #11 hidden secrets- 13/02/2025 #60 hausalovestory- 21/03/2025