Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

*********** Read and find out the amazing love triangle filled with ups and downs, good and bad adventures, rifts, heartbreaks, tears, hope loss and happiness. By the way, this isn't your normal love story guys! Aamir; It's going to be either one of the two. Mardiyya; I can't be with my sister's ex. Khalisa; How dare the both of them betray me!. ~~~~~~~~~~ "How dare you both betray me?!!" Khalisa shouts angrily immediately she barged into the house. "Khalisa please...just leave!" Aamir says. "Nooo, leave her please. She has every right to be angry afterall, she was betrayed" Mardiyya mutters reasonably. "You cheats! I hate the both of you so very much and you two will see!! I'll come back, this is a promise made my Khalisa Abdulhameed. And you both know me, whenever I make a promise, I must fulfill it no matter what it takes! Mark my words! I'll come back when both of you least expect it!". And from then, peace never found its way to the so much in love couple. Started on; 13th July, 2022. No plagiarizing! ©amamatukabir

Shege Pro Max Imara Ali Saif beautiful, spoiled, and fiercely stubborn lives life on her own terms. With wealthy parents who never say "no," she believes the world revolves around her. Work? Not her thing. Respect? Only for those who earn it and that's not many. Then comes Imran Zahradeen Yusuf the unapologetically rude, nonchalant mechanic with zero patience for entitled brats. He's rough around the edges, driven by pride, and could care less about Imara's flashy lifestyle. When fate decides to tie their worlds together in the most unexpected way marriage chaos becomes the order of the day. Two stubborn souls. Two fiery tempers. One marriage that feels more like a battlefield. Now, it's not love at first sight it's Shege Pro Max. They swear to make each other's lives miserable... but could this war of pride ignite something deeper?

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-three when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

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[new version] • Malik & Rouhuh • Not all smiles make a happy person. Contrary to the misinterpreted fact that not all horns and forks make the devil. Sadiya Muhammad Yusuf. Having lost a father as well as a brother at her teenage years. Many might be stricken of a thought as to eternal loss of those who were meant to be the most important males in her life. It was not the defunct of any of them. Albeit with a sick mother, scales through all obstacles the universe had to offer - aiming right at the bullseye as a gynecologist. Right when she thought all was falling back into place, she loses her only confidante, supporter. Her only parent in the picture; dead. She never thought her life would be the same. But what happens when the person she convinced herself to loathe the most shows up after the past comes haunting her present? Royalty screams a lot. Power. Grace. Aristocracy. Fortitude. And most of all; Status. In the city of Yemen, comes no exception from the qualities of being Royal. When a prince by name, Zayan ibn Ahmer ibn Ayyub al-Qadim III, like a cliché, bumps into a lady shooting lasers at the man he finds her in the arms of. Nigeria had always been among his favorites, perhaps even more when all that shouldn't be said, was felt. Especially when he sets his eyes on her. Not the ideal incident, but enough to have his soul intertwined with her heart. Fatima Abdulmalik 2024. All Rights Reserved ©

[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

Copyright © 2022. All Rights Reserved. ❝ Take my heart, and do with it as you desire. Embrace, or break it. It has only ever been yours--yours to do as you please.❞ Yasmeen Khalid doesn't thrive in the spotlight; she's not one to captivate a room or demand second glances. Instead, she finds solace with her nose buried between the pages of a book, seeking refuge away from the bustling crowds. That's where she finds her peace. However, with a fiery attitude that defies her petite frame, a few eccentricities, and a penchant for sarcasm, it's inevitable that she'll draw attention sooner or later. Not to mention, her non-existent love life makes the idea of an arranged marriage seem appealing. But everything changes when she encounters him. Suddenly, she becomes the protagonist of her own narrative. As Asad Gidado enters the scene, a new tale begins, destined to unravel in unpredictable ways. By Ferdeausee_.

They say love is eternal. They lied. Five thousand years ago, in the golden sands of Arabia, there lived a man named Ashraf - a warrior, a poet, a lover. His heart belonged to a woman so pure, so breathtaking, that even the gods grew jealous of what they could never have. But envy is a cruel thing. It slithered through the winds of fate, and in one brutal night, Ashraf's world turned to ash. The woman he loved... gone. Stolen by betrayal, swallowed by death. He prayed. He begged. He screamed until his throat bled. But when the heavens offered him no mercy, Ashraf turned his rage to the shadows. He made a vow - a curse whispered into the underworld - and gave away his soul for a single promise: To find her again. To love her again. Even if it meant becoming a monster. And so Ashraf died... and Azrael the demon was born. For five thousand years, he roamed the dark, waiting. Watching. Burning. In the underworld. Until Lena - a girl with trembling hands, a lonely heart, and a foolish belief in magic - whispered an ancient spell she never thought would work. The ground trembled. The air cracked. And in that single, blinding moment, their worlds collided. She wanted love. She got him instead. And now she has to complete a love story she never started.