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

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_

Amal never meant to fall for the wrong brother. She never meant for heartbreak to push her into the arms of the only man who truly saw her - the only man who understood the pieces of her everyone else overlooked. Aarif wasn't supposed to look at her that way. Not when she once belonged to his brother. Not when loving her meant tearing his family apart. But he looked anyway. He fell anyway. He loved her anyway. And now he's willing to risk everything - family, reputation, pride - for the girl the world believes is perfect... the girl only he knows is quietly breaking. In a world where loyalty is tested, secrets refuse to stay buried, and love comes with consequences, Amal must decide whether healing means walking away from the past... or risking everything for a future she never saw coming. Because sometimes the greatest betrayal... is falling in love with the one person you were never meant to choose.

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

Aymaan Malik had everything-wealth, power, influence. As the only son of the president, he was adored by many, feared by most, and spoiled beyond repair. Arrogant, bossy, and cruel, Aymaan lived as though the world existed only to serve him. Then came Aiyanah-the clumsy, timid daughter of the household maid. She tried to stay unnoticed, blending into the walls of the grand Malik mansion, but her very existence seemed to irritate him. She was everything he wasn't: meek where he was commanding, naive where he was cunning. What began as mockery soon twisted into something darker, something Aymaan couldn't control-an obsession. The spoiled heir found himself drawn to the one girl who was supposed to remain invisible. And Aiyanah, caught between fear and an unfamiliar pull toward him, realized that escaping his grasp might be far more impossible than enduring it. In a world where power defined worth, could a fragile heart survive the obsession of a boy who had never been told "no"?

BOUND SERIES #1 Amina Ammar has always prioritized freedom over convention. With her father's ultimatum to provide a husband by the end of the year or marry his choice pressing down on her, she was adamant on her views of marriage, a trap and a societal contract she'd rather not sign. Desperation can twist logic, a calculated marriage to a virtual stranger might be her best chance at escaping the gilded cage that would be her fate. Aayan Muhammad Junaid's view of love couldn't be more different from his father's romantic ideal. He has dedicated his life to building his career. Now on the cusp of getting all he has worked for, an unforeseen condition makes him do the one thing he has always stood against, taking a wife. And like everything in his life, he would make sure it was on his terms. No love, no expectations. Just a practical arrangement. But the heart, as they'll learn, plays by no rules.

COMPLETED ~JALILAH~ Jalilah, a sweet, lively, and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, knows no care in the world. An orphan since her parents passed away when she was just a year old, she has lived her entire life with her uncle, who promised to love and care for her as his own, never differentiating between her and his own children. ~JALAL~ Jalal, a twenty-nine-year-old handsome and wealthy man, lives life on his own terms. Despite being the object of many girls' affection, he is not one to be trifled with. He maintains a cold exterior, having constructed numerous walls around himself for reasons sacred to him. No one has attempted to breach these walls, but deep down, he is fragile and teetering on the brink of losing himself. What lies behind these impenetrable walls? And what will happen when a marriage is arranged between these two contrasting individuals? Will Jalilah be able to break down the barriers? Will Jalal ever grant her the opportunity to do so? Can she save him before he succumbs to his inner turmoil? ** Join me as we embark on the journey of JALAL ABDURRAHMAN MARSHAL and JALILAH ABDULMALIK MARSHAL. Jsquare❤️ Started; 30|9|20 Completed; 24|12|21 © rukkayyatuu No plagiarizing of this book!!

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

AOTH Sagir Bawa was once a man overflowing with love and tenderness until his first heartbreak shattered his soul in the cruellest way imaginable. That single event transformed him, filling his heart with bitterness and leaving him vowing never to love again. Relationships, marriage, and the thought of being with another woman became a distant, scorned memory. But fate rarely follows the plans we make. When his parents decide to force him into an arranged marriage, despite his vehement protests, Sagir finds himself standing on the precipice of a promise he made long ago. Will he bend to their will, or stay true to his vow to never love again? Then came her........ Hairana Sultan, whose stubbornness and fiery personality masked a life overshadowed by aching sorrow. She believed love was nothing but an illusion-a word spoken but never truly felt. And like Sagir, marriage had been forced upon her, though to Hairana, it seemed like the only way to grasp her freedom. But secrets have their own gravity, and Hairana's mother holds the weightiest one of all-one that could shake Hairana's world to its core. When Sagir and Hairana's paths collide, both tethered by destiny, their unyielding stubbornness threatens to combust. Neither believes in love; neither trusts the idea of happiness shared with another. Yet, can the heart remain untouched when fate is determined to intervene? As challenges arise, and life's trials test the strength of their resolve, will their hearts soften toward each other-or will their aching hearts remain impenetrable, refusing to bow to the whispers of love? ......... ☺️☺️☺️