"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.

In a world where family names hold power and choices aren't always yours to make, two strangers are bound by a marriage neither of them wanted. Secrets, expectations, and destiny collide as their worlds slowly intertwine. Not every crown shines. Not every heart listens. Zayn Abdulaziz Omar Heir to a powerful branch of the Dubai royal family,raised between privilege, pressure, and the silent expectations that come with a name that carries weight. Cold-eyed, disciplined, and impossible to read, Zayn has mastered the art of control. He doesn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe in love. And he definitely doesn't believe in an arranged marriage. Laylah Ibrahim Al-Hakeem Daughter of Kano's deeply respected royal lineage, quiet but sharper than she seems. Raised in tradition and taught to move with grace in a world that watches everything she does. Soft, observant, and stubborn when pushed, Laylah has never imagined her life becoming a negotiation between families. She never asked for this marriage,yet she's the one who must carry most of its weight. Two kingdoms. Two families. Two people who never chose each other... but whose lives are about to collide in ways none of them expected.

•••• Meet ~ Imani Aliyu Bakari - the governor's daughter, Oxford-trained lawyer, strikingly beautiful, Kanuri, kind at heart but spoiled by privilege. She was destined for the perfect match: Abdullah Shatima, the senator's son, a handsome, caring police officer every woman dreamed of. But fate was cruel. Instead of Abdullah, she finds herself bound to his twin - Muhammad Shatima. A Major General at thirty-five, deadly handsome yet cold as steel, strict to the bone and unwilling to bend. To him, Imani is nothing more than a pampered brat. To her, he is an unyielding wall of discipline and disdain. Now she stands caught between the man she was meant to love... and the man she must learn to live with. A spoiled bride. A hardened soldier. A bond neither chose. Will it destroy them... or awaken a love neither expected? Well there's only one way to find out..

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

Widowed at twenty-six, just two months after giving birth to her third child, Fatima's world shatters completely when she loses her father on that very same day. Grief settles into her bones, reshaping her heart, her faith, and her understanding of love. How do you conquer a heart that has learned to survive so much pain? A thirty-five-year-old bachelor..... A ruthless businessman. A computer genius. The heir to a billion-dollar oil empire. Khaleepha Bunza chose to remain single, believing control was easier than vulnerability. Perhaps self-preservation was only fear taught to stand tall. What happens when he looks into the most captivating eyes he has ever seen? eyes holding more emotion than he has encountered in a lifetime, and finds himself tethered to them, unable to look away?

"It was supposed to be a contract.... But contracts don't set hearts on fire." Nora Hadid's life has always been shadowed by one thing-her deep resentment toward her mother. No one knows the full story, and Nora isn't about to tell. All she knows is that the past has left scars she can't shake. Ayman comes from a world completely different from hers-wealth, rules, and traditions that have shaped him into someone who follows duty over desire. But behind the polished surface, he's trapped under the weight of family expectations he never wanted. When an unexpected twist of fate throws them together, a single contract and one signature bind them to each other in ways neither could have imagined. What starts as an arrangement quickly becomes a tangled web of unspoken truths, dangerous secrets, and emotions they can't explain. As they navigate a path filled with hidden motives, family drama, and a growing attraction they can't ignore, one question looms over them-will this forced alliance be the key to breaking free from the lives they never chose, or will it pull them even deeper into a mess they can't escape? In a world where trust is fragile and nothing is as it seems, Nora and Ayman are about to learn that sometimes, the answers we're searching for hide in the most unlikely places... and with the most unexpected people.

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."

"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

Love, loyalty, and deceit are tangled in this gripping saga. Jalilah Mai, daughter of a high-ranking military official and a socialite captures the heart of Khalid Ladan, the scion of a renowned politician. With their families ready to exploit their love to mask their sinister agendas, the couple navigated the shady netherworld of power and greed. They might break free and create their destiny or allow their love to become the ultimate sacrifice. But each comes with a grave sacrifice. Ps: Not your regular kind of Love tale....😉

Amali's life has never been gentle. A stepbrother who calls obsession "love." A stepsister who bullies her for existing. A mother who expects perfection, no matter the cost. Then, one week before her stepsister's wedding to Muhammad Zayn... she disappears. To protect her family's image, Amali is forced to step into a marriage built on conditions, silence, and a promise of divorce the moment her stepsister returns. But Zayn is cold. Controlled. unreadable. And the closer Amali gets to him, the more the truth twists around her. Who is Muhammad Zayn behind that icy mask? Why does he watch her like he knows more than he says? And what will happen when the secrets they're both hiding finally explode?