[𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 #2 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨] ●○● ◆ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇᴅ. Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ sᴀᴡ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ sᴍɪʟᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs. ◆ ~ 𝔽𝔸𝕎𝔸𝔻 𝔸ℍ𝕄𝔼𝔻. ◆ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ◆ ~ 𝔸ℤ𝔼𝔼ℕ ℚ𝕌ℝ𝔸𝕀𝕊ℍ. ●○● Closing his eyes, he was feeling the soothing sound of sea waves when someone bumped into him. Abruptly opening his eyes he saw a small figure standing in front of him. "Please! Please help me! They... they are try... trying to kidnap me." The women said panting. Last time when Fawad helped a woman in danger, he was almost labeled as a murderer. Now seeing the women in front of him pleading helplessly, the whole thing was like a déjà vu. He was thinking of ignoring her until she spoke again. "Please! Please save me!" Tears were flowing through her eyes. Unable to resist her oddly familiar pleading eyes, at last, he gave up. "Hop in the car." Opening the passenger door, he ordered. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑. Want to know more about them? Then what are you waiting for?! Press the 'READ' button. ●○● [Cover credit @ShabanaTheStar] 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: This is the second book of bittersweet series. Although it can be read as stand alone, I'll suggest you to read the first book for better understanding. ●○● #1 in longings #1 in positivity

Haleemah 'Aliyy Kamal also known as Leemah Ali by her peers is a typical fulani journalist with an optimism too much for her own good. But Haleemah was sure no man would want her even with her optimism! The one time she wanted to shove this thought aside and try loving a man, it didn't end well. So, she was sure getting married in her lifetime is second to impossible. And that is because she has a little secret! ~ Mujahid is a typical bachelor who has a specific taste he had no idea of until he met Haleemah and she ticked all the boxes. Even the extra box he seem not too keen about, the beauty. For him, it was love at first sight, something he never believed in. Then there was his best friend who thought he was in love with Haleemah. And there was another figure and a dark family. Everyone has a story to tell, this was the story of Haleemah's little secret and everything it gave birth to. #4 in fulani (June 2023)

They say a woman's success means nothing if she doesn't end up married. I used to laugh at that. Quietly. The kind of laughter that doesn't escape your lips, because you don't have time for arguments that go nowhere. My name is Ibtihal. I'm twenty-eight. I have two degrees, a corner office in Abuja, and enough money to make my own choices - or so I thought. But in a house where my mother prays more for my marriage than for my health, and my father treats every holiday like a matchmaking summit, my silence eventually became an agreement. Not because I was in love. Not even because I believed in the institution. But because I was tired. Tired of being the "too focused" one. The "still not married" one. The "career is not companionship" one. So I said yes. To a man I didn't know. A man who barely looked at me during the introduction. A man who, as I later found out, had someone else waiting for him - someone he actually loved. But he said yes too, because his uncle - the man who raised him after he lost his parents - asked him to. A year, we agreed. A year of pretending. No expectations. No intimacy. No emotional strings. Just two people performing tradition so the noise would stop. And I was fine with that. More than fine, actually. I didn't want love. I didn't want mess. I wanted space to breathe and be left alone. But then, something changed. It wasn't dramatic. There were no candlelit moments or sudden heartbeats. It was subtle - the way he started looking at me like I wasn't just a deal. The way my name sounded different coming from his lips. The way I began to notice his silence... and miss it when it wasn't there. I didn't mean to fall. And I don't think he meant to either. But here we are - trapped in a marriage neither of us wanted... now tangled in feelings neither of us planned for. And for the first time in my life, I'm not so sure I want to be left alone anymore.

Zayd Yusuf Al-Husseini was born into legacy. Quiet, cold-eyed, and fiercely private, he was raised in a grand American mansion surrounded by wealth, servants, and expectations. He doesn't laugh easily. He doesn't trust quickly. And he carries his grief like a secret - tucked behind expensive suits and polite silences. They call him the heir. The Al-Husseini boy who never let anyone in. Then there's Aaliyah Uthman. Spoiled. Soft. Mischievous. The only daughter in a lively Nigerian household, Aaliyah grew up adored - with a stubborn streak and a heart too full of fire. She's never needed permission to be herself. She knows how to get what she wants, how to make everyone love her, and how to turn even the coldest moment warm. But when Zayd returns to Nigeria for the first time in eighteen years... she's the girl he's promised to. And he's the boy she's never truly known. Bound by a family oath they didn't choose, and carrying pain they never shared, Zayd and Aaliyah must learn how to exist under the same roof - in a house filled with memories, expectations, and history neither of them can escape. What happens when a guarded heart meets a girl who refuses to be ignored? When grief meets light, silence meets mischief - and two fragile worlds finally collide?