The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

She was never meant to wear the crown. Forced into an arranged marriage with the future Sultan, she enters a world where power speaks louder than love, loyalty is tested, and every smile hides a secret. As enemies close in and hearts begin to change, she discovers that becoming the Sultana is far more than earning a title-it's surviving the sacrifices that come with it. In a palace full of rules, can love rewrite their destiny, or will duty tear them apart forever?

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.

What comes next after forever?

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

"A marriage neither of them planned. A love neither of them expected. A destiny written long before they met." Yusra has always dreamed of building a life on her own terms. Marriage could wait. Her ambitions couldn't. But when an arranged marriage brings the quiet, composed Fahad Muhammad into her life, everything changes. Bound together by an arranged marriage, Yusra and Fahad must learn to navigate a life neither of them expected. Through shared prayers, quiet conversations, cherished family traditions, loyal friendships, unexpected trials, and the dreams they build together, they discover that love isn't always instant. Sometimes, it grows in patience, trust, and the choice to show up for one another every single day. As the seasons of life unfold, they learn that marriage is not built in grand moments, but in faith, patience, forgiveness, and the people who stand beside you through every season. A heartfelt story of faith, family, friendship, and halal romance, Bound by Fate is a moving reminder that God's plans are always greater than our own, and that the life you never planned may become the one you were always meant to live.

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?

Her destiny was rewritten in a single moment. Yasmine lost her dreams, her peace, and the life she was meant to live. Now she walks through a world that moved on without her, carrying scars no one can see. Omair Suraj stands at a distance watching, protecting, never crossing the line. A man of power, yet a prisoner of his own emotions. Two souls bound by pain, silence, and something neither of them dares to name. This is not just a love story... it's a story of what remains after everything is taken away. A Hausa/Arewa romance about love, pain, healing, family, marriage, and kaddara.

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.

Ameerah never planned to get married . She planned to dance,embarrass her sister during the speeches, and leave before the cake cutting. Instead, she's standing at the altar in her sister's place because the actual bride bolted a day before "I do." Her new husband? Muhammad Ayzan kumo Rich, annoyingly calm, and the human equivalent of "whatever." He didn't want her as a wife. He doesn't have feelings on her nor her sister Aisha. And he definitely didn't sign up for Ameerah's nonstop sarcasm and chaos. Ameerah kabir? She's not stressing. She's nonchalant, funny, and way too playful for her own good. If he wants to act like marriage is a business contract, she'll make it the most entertaining contract he's ever signed. Too bad neither of them counted on the slow burn, the banter, or the fact that "I don't care" becomes a lie real fast when you're married to the one person who actually sees through you. It's supposed to be fake. So why does it feel so real?