When your best friend becomes your husband, falling in love should be easy... right? --- Humairah Abdur-Rahman has just finished her master's degree in Medical Microbiology in New York University and can't wait to return to her family in Nigeria, excited to see what life has in store. Marriage is next on her mind, which is why she agrees to the arranged match her parents have planned. Farhan Ademola Hassan has everything he could ever want: a stable career as an architect at a prestigious firm, the Quran memorized by heart, and a quiet love for the girl he's known all his life. The only thing he doesn't have is the courage to tell her how he feels. So when he learns Humairoh is returning to Nigeria, he sees his chance; and asks for her hand before she even arrives. Humairah thought she was coming home to meet someone she might grow to like and marry, unaware that the suitor is her childhood friend; the same boy she once secretly loved before he unknowingly broke her heart by mentioning another girl. But starting married life with your best friend isn't as easy as it sounds--especially when the husband is figuring out how to be the perfect husband, and the wife is trying so hard to fall in love all over again with the man who was once just her best friend. --- Perfect for fans of Uzma Jalaluddin's Ayesha at Last, S.K. Ali's Love from Mecca to Medina, Kainat Azhar's Journey to Hidayah, and Huda Al-Marashi's Love in Hijab

Fatima never imagined her life would change overnight. One moment, she was a university student with dreams, laughter, and freedom... The next, she was told she was already married. To a man she barely remembers. A man who didn't choose her either. Muhammad Hassan is everything she is not-calm, distant, and controlled. While Fatima is expressive, emotional, and full of life. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. Will they learn to understand each other... or remain trapped in a love written in silence?

Haniya Zaria Abbas, a 19-year-old university student in Abuja, lives with scars no one can see-but that never truly heal. After surviving a childhood marked by violence, betrayal, and the loss of her mother, Haniya tries to rebuild her life under the care of her older brother, Niam-now successful, powerful, and dangerously unpredictable. In a world where trust is fragile, Haniya finds herself holding onto one silent truth... She never stopped loving Azlan Mutahar. Her cousin. Her brother's best friend. The man who once smiled at her like she mattered-only to remind her she was "just a little sister." He left her behind, married another woman, and disappeared from her life without a goodbye. But just when Haniya begins to accept that some love stories are never meant to be... Azlan returns. Not just as a visitor-but as a lecturer in her university. Older. Colder. Divorced. And this time... he sees her. Not as a child. Not as family. But as a woman. Now trapped between past pain and present tension, Haniya must face a dangerous question: What happens when the man who once broke your heart... becomes the one who wants it back? And even worse- what if he returns at a time when your life is already falling apart?

For five years, twenty-three-year-old Khadija lived in a sanctuary of her own making. Far away from her father's sprawling mansion and the toxic shadow of her stepmother and stepsisters, she built a life filled with light, peace, and a thriving perfume business. She thought she had permanently escaped the golden cages of old money. But when her powerful father (or so people think) snaps his fingers and demands her return, Khadija is forced to make a devastating choice: step back into the lion's den, or watch her mother break under the family pressure. Choosing her mother, Khadija walks back through the heavy black gates of her childhood nightmare. But she isn't the quiet, compliant eighteen-year-old they remember. Armed with a cold resolve, Khadija plans to survive the hostile glares of her stepsisters and whatever calculated "plans" her stepmother has waiting for her. What she didn't plan for, however, was Hammad Aali. Hammad Aali, relentlessly charming, permanently calm, modern businessman and a man whose family is constantly pushing a parade of elite cousins and high-society women into his line of sight. From desperate socialites to Khadija's own step-sister, who will do absolutely anything to claim his name, Hammad is a prize to be won. But he has zero interest in being trapped. Untill he met Khadija. Sharp-tongued, fierce, and utterly unimpressed by his status, she is the one woman who has the audacity to ghost him. For a man used to women falling at his feet, her silence is a reckoning, a challenge he cannot seem to walk away from.

He was born to command the world- until one night stripped him of control. At 26, Rayyan Ibrahim Bagudu, the cold and enigmatic CEO with striking grey eyes and unimaginable wealth, was a man feared by many and understood by none. But one fateful evening, his world spiraled into chaos when he was ambushed and kidnapped by unknown attackers. Held captive alongside him was Jadwa Habib mai kamshi, a frightened young lady in her late teens trembling in darkness. When their captors demanded he commit an unforgivable act with her, Rayyan did the unthinkable- he begged them to marry them first. Using the cash in his pocket as a dowry, he made them his witnesses. Under the barrel of a gun, vows were exchanged-binding two strangers in the most harrowing way. And when the men demanded he consummate the forced marriage right there or watch her die, Rayyan surrendered-not to desire, but to protect her life. Moments later, as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound, Jadwa was released, believing him dead. Three months later, her world shattered again. She found out she was Pregnant and accused of immorality, Jadwa was disowned by her family. With no husband, no proof, and no help, she endured hardship and humiliation-working multiple jobs to survive while carrying the child of the man she thought she had lost forever. She named her son Jawad. But fate never forgets. Five years later, Jadwa unknowingly secures a job in Rayyan's empire. Neither recognizes the other-their hearts haunted by the same night that ruined and bound them. Until one day, she walks into his office with a little boy who has his father's eyes... and everything changes. In a world of secrets, pain, and redemption, love finds its way back-through scars, through time, and through destiny itself.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

--- Chained Desires She never believed in love - not the kind that stayed, not the kind that healed. To her, life was a game of hearts, and she always knew how to win. But then he came - quiet, confident, and impossibly sure of himself. The kind of man who didn't chase, yet somehow made her want to be caught. He wasn't looking for love either, but something about her drew him in - her fire, her laughter, her truths. She made him feel alive again, even as she drove him insane. What started as a daring attraction soon became something neither of them could control - a love so fierce it blurred the line between devotion and surrender. Now, bound by emotions they never meant to feel, they must decide if love can truly set them free... or if some desires are meant to keep us chained forever Ranking - #2nd place Nigerian fiction

Take a picture." "It'll last longer." "My little witch." He smirked. "I wasn't staring, you annoying albino." "And I'm not your little witch." "Oh?" "Really?" "As far as I know..." "We'll be getting married very soon." His voice was deep really deep and its my type of voice . And somehow... Its turning me on . Stop it, Hannah. "What made you agree to this marriage?" I asked. He folded his arms. "I could ask you the same thing." "Why didn't you reject it?" "I don't owe you an explanation." "And neither do I." I stood up. "I'm done." We have said a lot I think . "Bye." I turned toward the door. "Oh?" "Hold it right there, Tigress." He stepped forward and blocked my path pinning me to the wall. "What is it with these weird nicknames?" "My name is Hannah." "Hannah, bro Hannah" "Do you understand?" He leaned in slightly. "You've still got quite the mouth." "You really are a bad girl." "And one more thing..." "I'm not your 'bro.'" "I'm your future husband." He whispered the last sentence close enough for me to hear clearly. A shiver ran down my spine. No. Get yourself together, Hannah. "Oh?" "I'm terrified." I mocked dramatically. "You should also remember something." "We're not married yet." "And we may never be." "So don't get too comfortable, Mr. Albino." ~~~~~~~~~~~ They are child hood enemies but will it be forever? They meet after ten years and it's for a wedding. Whose wedding? Theirs. Would old drama, revenge and mischief still linger. Find out. Staring The hot sexy sweet egoistic dominant possessive , Ahmad Muhammad Ali. And the beautiful Hannah Sadiq who thinks her resolve would never break. Or will it? He thinks he can break her but she thinks it's just coincidence. He knows she is obsessed with him, but she says it was in her childhood. He says he has a effect on her, and she denies it. Find out what happens when a dominant Ahmad and a strong headed Hannah clash.

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Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?