Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach. She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land. What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience. After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made. She says yes before she finishes thinking. This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.

A contract marriage meant to control the narrative. A buried murder protected by power. A system built on corruption and blood. Barrister Nadia Abubakar never planned to step into politics until love made silence impossible.When her contract marriage to Nabil Muhammad Rami turns real, they step into a world where loyalty is currency and truth is deadly. Now husband and wife, allies by choice, they fight a regime determined to crush them both. Because politics is like a game, and love is the most dangerous gamble. It's a declaration of war. BLEEDING VOWS where romance is political, and every promise comes with a price. Copyright ©️ 2025. All rights reserved

Aisha believed moving to Canada would give her the marriage she prayed for. Instead, it became the place where everything fell apart. When her relationship collapses under betrayal and secrets she never saw coming, Aisha walks away thinking freedom is finally hers. She's wrong. Her past refuses to let her go-and one decision made behind her back drags her into a world far darker than she imagined. Her survival comes down to one man. Sameer Asad is everything people fear and whisper about-powerful, ruthless, untouchable. A man who doesn't interfere unless it benefits him. Until her. One look at Aisha unsettles him in ways he doesn't understand. She belongs to another man... or so he believes. When he learns the truth, restraint becomes impossible. He wants her. But wanting her means becoming her shield-and her greatest danger. In the cold depths of a Canadian winter, Aisha must decide: run from the darkness she escaped... or step into the arms of the man who could either save her-or destroy her. Because with Sameer Asad, protection has a cost... and love is never safe.

Ramla Abubakar hussain had always been taught to love, freely completely and irrevocably, without bounds. When Muhammad came into her life she did what she knew best, she loved him. Completely, utterly and foolishly. ***** Love wasn't something Muhammad kabir Wuro craved or needed in his life, what he needed was vengeance. But when what began as a plan for revenge slowly turned into an obsession he couldn't control he spiraled. He told himself she was just a means to an end, but every glance, every word, every touch pulled him deeper into the very thing he swore he'd destroy. To him? Only death will do them apart. Started 20/05/2025 Ended 22/01/2026

She slammed a paper board and pen down his desk feeling so fed up "here!" She yelled He looked up from his laptop "what's this?" He asked calmly The mere sight of his face made her skin crawl.. A face she used to dream of "here. Write down all the profanities that you haven't called me yet and when you are done you can release me from this hell" she spat angrily What was she thinking? Falling in love with this selfish bastard? She knew he would never reciprocate those feelings and she was tired of living in his dead wife's shadow. "What exactly do you mean by release you?" He asked mockingly. He knew she hated being taunted but he couldn't help it. "You know what I mean so stop playing with my feelings!" She shot "i can never measure up to your precious Noor and I am done trying so let me go!" She yelled feeling frustrated. "Just.. Please let me go" she said sounding broken. She spun on her heel and bolted out of the room. ...................................................................................... What happens when you fall in love with a person who is already in love with someone else? What happens when you try so hard to get his attention but he doesn't even see you? What happens when he breaks your heart over and over again? Do you hold on? Or let go?

Princess Nadeen Umar Farouq's life changes the moment she is forced into a royal marriage alliance with Prince Ayaan Muhammad Hafeez of Kano,a man she has never met. But behind the power, luxury, and traditions of the northern kingdoms lies a dangerous truth: Ayaan already has a wife. Beautiful, possessive, and determined to protect her place at all costs, Salma is not ready to share the man she loves. As duty clashes with love, jealousy turns deadly and palace walls begin to hide dangerous secrets, Nadeen is pulled into a royal world far darker than she ever imagined.

"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.

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK! This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

Afeeyah was never supposed to be his wife, She was his sister. The little girl who used to steal his hoodies, hide behind his legs, and fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. Afdal loved her - always. But not this way. He loved her in every unseen, unspoken, unreturnable way a boy could love the girl raised beside him. Then life twisted. Destiny flipped the script. And suddenly, the girl who once called him brother... became the woman tied to him by marriage. But love doesn't follow logic. And hearts don't obey timelines. Now Afeeyah must learn to live with a man she still sees through the lens of childhood... While Afdal fights to unbury a love he buried long ago. This isn't a fairy tale. This is faith, family, and a marriage born from chaos. This isn't the marriage she wanted. But maybe... it's the love she needed. Not My Choice, Still My Nikkah - where hearts collide, lines blur, and the real question isn't why... but what now? --- > © Khulsum Saleem. All Rights Reserved. Wattpad Edition | 2025

He was born to command the world- until one night stripped him of control. At 26, Rayyan Ibrahim Bagudu, the cold and enigmatic CEO with striking grey eyes and unimaginable wealth, was a man feared by many and understood by none. But one fateful evening, his world spiraled into chaos when he was ambushed and kidnapped by unknown attackers. Held captive alongside him was Jadwa Habib mai kamshi, a frightened young lady in her late teens trembling in darkness. When their captors demanded he commit an unforgivable act with her, Rayyan did the unthinkable- he begged them to marry them first. Using the cash in his pocket as a dowry, he made them his witnesses. Under the barrel of a gun, vows were exchanged-binding two strangers in the most harrowing way. And when the men demanded he consummate the forced marriage right there or watch her die, Rayyan surrendered-not to desire, but to protect her life. Moments later, as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound, Jadwa was released, believing him dead. Three months later, her world shattered again. She found out she was Pregnant and accused of immorality, Jadwa was disowned by her family. With no husband, no proof, and no help, she endured hardship and humiliation-working multiple jobs to survive while carrying the child of the man she thought she had lost forever. She named her son Jawad. But fate never forgets. Five years later, Jadwa unknowingly secures a job in Rayyan's empire. Neither recognizes the other-their hearts haunted by the same night that ruined and bound them. Until one day, she walks into his office with a little boy who has his father's eyes... and everything changes. In a world of secrets, pain, and redemption, love finds its way back-through scars, through time, and through destiny itself.