She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Aaliyah has always lived by her rules - a serious, disciplined girl with exams to ace, dreams to chase, and a love for her friends and everything delicate in life. From the perfect henna on her hands to the careful planning of events, she thrives in order, in beauty, in quiet control. Ayzaan Hameed Al-Rashid, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. A force of nature wrapped in wealth, power, and unshakable confidence. A soldier and a general and a prince soon to be a king with a heart caged by anger, a man who commands respect and bends the world around him - yet knows no one can truly reach him. When their worlds unexpectedly collide in Kano - at a wedding, amidst laughter, celebrations, and family drama - neither of them knows how much their lives are about to change. She's tasked with caring for her best friend, managing delicate traditions, and navigating the excitement of girls' night and henna designs. He's reluctantly attending a wedding he didn't even want to come to, moving at a speed faster than the world can catch, commanding attention with every glance, every word, every action. A handful of events. Endless sparks. Friendships tested. Loyalties challenged. And in the middle of it all, Aaliyah and Ayzaan begin to see each other - not as strangers, not as acquaintances, but as forces that could either collide or entwine. In a city where traditions meet modern chaos, where families hold power and secrets, and where one glance can change everything, how will two completely different worlds survive... or succumb to the pull between them? Romance. Drama. Friendship. Power. Chaos. Step into a world where nothing is simple, and hearts don't follow the rules.

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."

She hates royalty but she is royalty. What happens when a misogamist Amatullah is being asked to introduce a husband. Not only only does she have zero suitors but she is also not ready to get married. Her grandfather,the king on the other hand is hell bent on wanting her to get married. Will she find a suitor or go with her grandfather's choice which is most likely a royal or just wait for a miracle to happen? Read and find out in Hating Royalty. I'm not really good with descriptions but I promise you guys you won't regret reading it. Amnah amee 22nd July,2022.

JADWA

"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.

Abdul has always had a soft spot for Rabi'ah, unfortunately Rabi'ah had never felt the same. It was a hard pill for Abdul to swallow but he managed to get over her. Now almost two years later Rabi'ah realizes her feelings for Abdul,However Abdul has already moved way forward in his life. Will Rabi'ah be able to bring back that soft spot Abdul had once had for her? Or is it already too late?? Find out in 'YOURS' A spin off to 'MINE'.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Being married to him for five years, she knows to never cross him but she's skived her wings for a long time and she only wants to fly now. And she wants to do so through him, maneuver her way in every single coir and cilia of his being. . Jannah woke up one morning wanting nothing but to become a pest to her husband. A woman from the village knows nothing huh? She is going to erase that woman and construct another. . . How is she going to do that when he's always known her to be acquiescent, duteous and devoted? Can she swap that picture so suddenly without her intelligent husband knowing what's going on? She's got the perfect plan for that and with her incredible mother-in-law, things will go just perfectly. She is going to make him go crazy!

[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

Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.