She was not only born with a silver spoon, she was rocked in a diamond cradle and raised in a gold castle. She had the world at her feet and on her finger tips giving her the permanent title 'Daulah' and the name Maimunatu almost ceased to exist. With a rare kind of beauty and an exceptional personality, she had heads turning to her and wanting to dance to her tunes but it took a single look from the last person she would spare a glance to point out to her all the places where she was broken. Realizing that she needed a heart to fit in to get fixed, she set out for his but Mukhtar only wished he had one to give her.... But she wasn't a girl who gave up, she knew he had one in there and set on a mission to find it, looking into every corner of his darkness until she got caught in his storm of curse which threatened to drown them.

SYNOPSIS They thought she will not last She melted his heart He sent her running They paid the price Before he was too rich, now he is royalty Before he had two wives, now there is a royal marriage Too many baggage, too little choice.... ..... When Amal got married, everyone thought she will be divorced the very next day. She has nothing. Not the looks nor prestige. Not even attitude! In a house with two other wives aside from her, even her age is against her. No experience nor wisdom. How can she fight for a place in such a state? To make it worse, Saif Garzali is the heir to the kingdom of Maicki! Amal needs to prove that even though prestige and looks goes a long way in a marriage, even a royal marriage, they don't necessarily give it life. Because when the war of marriage starts, the only trump card is what lies within. ????? This story will delve into some minds of African women and how jealousy drives our women until they crossed a line they might never ever think themselves capable of crossing. It has a fantasy feel though and I hope I will end it as my very own African Cinderella-eish story! Note: All pics were found in Google. Thanks to kannywood celebs!

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

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.