Disquiet can only be extinguished when there is forlorn hope. In a world where two people were destined to be,the scars and wound leaving a huge impact, the mistakes made by them bringing them closer to each other. But one thing was that...... They were meant to be. Let's move to the yet interesting story of destiny intertwining two souls together.

"Exams is hard enough, who said anything about adding a husband to the timetable?" -Faiza. Faiza had one dream: to finish school and build the life she envisioned, books, lectures, and a future of her choosing. Marriage was never part of the plan. Then fate intervened. Her first husband, a stranger in every sense, died on their wedding day, leaving her with heartbreak she never asked for and a coldness in her future she never saw coming. When she finally return to school, her father arranges another marriage, this time to Imran, a composed and guarded architect who believed love was unnecessary. She doesn't want marriage again. He certainly didn't. But their families decided otherwise. Their early days are quiet, awkward, parallel lives under one roof. Yet beneath the silence, something unexpected stirs. Quiet glances softening into longing. Small gestures weaving trust. Each moment quietly shifting into something more than either expected. Now, caught between the weight of what died and the fragile hope of what might grow, they stand on a delicate edge: will they keep their hearts closed... or let them be open for each other? WANNA BE YOURS is a tender, slow-burn halal romance of dreams deferred, second chances, and two reluctant hearts discovering a love they never planned, forging something beautiful from the unexpected.

Nazira has always been the girl who keeps it together-faithful, composed, untouchable. Salim has always been the man who controls everything-ruthless, powerful, untamed. When their paths collide in the heart of Abuja, pride clashes with patience, fire clashes with water, and love hides in the shadows of disdain. Not every war is fought with weapons. Some are fought with words, glances... and hearts that refuse to surrender.She's the kind of woman he can't stand. He's the kind of man she refuses to fall for. But destiny has other plans. When Nazira's faith collides with Salim's fury, sparks fly, secrets unfold, and neither of them will leave the battlefield of the heart untouched #1 arewaromance- 12th October 2025 #1 naijareads- 12th October 2025 #2 #africanfiction- 17th October 2025

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

Falah Nadeem lives for work, power, and the illusion of control. When a chance encounter with a wealthy client brings him into the orbit of Alya Khaldoun-the guarded only daughter of a formidable patriarch-his ego seizes on marriage as a trophy he cannot resist. But Alya, scarred by an uneasy past and unwilling to be bartered like property, refuses to surrender quietly. Between Khaldoun's iron will, Falah's dangerous pride, and Sultana's reckless intrusion into their lives, a fragile game of dominance and defiance begins. Each move threatens to shatter reputations, unearth secrets, and pull them deeper into a marriage neither wanted, but both are forced to navigate. A story of ambition, coercion, and the cost of defiance-where love is the last weapon either expected to wield.

Mr. Al-Arab and I is a poignant exploration of love's unpredictable nature, the power of reconciliation, and the growth that arises from even the most difficult relationships. It reveals that sometimes, the most challenging bonds can evolve into the deepest connections, and that true love involves not only learning to love another person, but also learning to love oneself. The novel centers on Manal and Bashir,despite a history of constant bickering and stark differences, are thrust together in an arranged marriage. Their relationship begins as a clash of personalities, with every interaction marked by tension and conflict. Initially, their marriage is a compromise-a union forged out of necessity, rather than affection. Bashir, driven by his desire to protect and provide for his daughter whose mother has been taken by the cold hands of death claims deep love for Manal. What starts as a facade gradually evolves into something real. Over time, as they navigate the trials of marriage, Bashir's feelings for Manal grow, and the two begin to discover a deep, unexpected connection. But love does not come easily. The path to happiness is fraught with challenges: cultural expectations, family pressures, differing customs and values, and the personal insecurities they each must confront. As the initial thrill of their union fades, they find themselves facing the complexities of everyday life, and their relationship once again feels like an emotional battleground. In the end, Mr. Al-Arab and I is a journey of personal growth, forgiveness, and the profound realization that sometimes, love emerges where we least expect it-through conflict, vulnerability, and the willingness to evolve together.

Asa never planned on falling in love with someone like Amir Malik Sani. Composed, calculating, and far too certain for someone who made her question everything she thought she knew about love, faith, and herself. What started as quiet understanding slowly turned into something neither of them could walk away from. But love, as they both learn, isn't just tenderness and timing, it's choices, patience, and a war between what feels right and what is right. Between faith, family, and the fragile space where their worlds collide, Asa and Amir must learn what it really means to love without losing themselves and to trust that some stories aren't written by accident and everything happens for a reason that sometimes is not known by us. When their worlds collide, it's anything but easy. Between cultural expectations, family pressure, and religious lines that can't be crossed lightly, they're either each other's downfall-or their only shot at something real.

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

After losing her father, 23-year-old Yusrah finds herself trapped in a life that no longer feels like hers - suffocated under the roof of a cruel stepmother and cornered into a marriage she never asked for. With no job, no support, and no escape, her only way out becomes an arranged marriage to a man she's never met... a man whose silence is louder than any vow. Zafar Malik is still grieving - not loudly, but in the quiet, haunting ways only a broken man can. A father first, a CEO second, and a widower always, Zafar has locked his past behind a door no one enters. But when his parents choose Yusrah as a bride for him - a soft-spoken girl with no voice in the matter - he's forced to confront the life he's buried, the daughter he's struggling to raise, and a future he's not sure he wants. She didn't ask for him. He didn't want her. But in a house full of silence, grief, and aching, something begins to grow - slowly, painfully - between a girl learning to breathe and a man trying to remember how. This isn't a love story built on butterflies. It's a story of sacrifice. Of duty. Of aching hearts and second chances. Of a woman becoming a wife in a stranger's home... ... and a man discovering that even after grief, love might still have room to bloom.

Starting university was supposed to be exciting for Hauwa'u Jiddarh new friends, hostel gist, and a fresh chance at life. But she didn't expect campus to feel like a battlefield , enemies, and one man everyone fears "His Excellency". He was known as His Excellency. The most feared, most respected student at FUD powerful, untouchable, and impossible to ignore. No one dared cross him, but Hauwa'u Jiddarh did with her words, her courage, and her innocence that slowly disarmed him. From the day she stepped into the university, his gaze found her, and peace became a memory. FUD was supposed to be a fresh start a dream come true. New friends, new freedom, a new beginning. But instead, Jiddarh walked straight into a battlefield of power, pride, and heart-racing encounters. Then came Afan arrogant, proud, and effortlessly charming in the worst way possible. Their first meeting? A splash of dirty water and a war of words that neither forgot. He was chaos wrapped in perfection and he knew it. And just when she thought her day couldn't get worse, Irfan appeared calm, kind, and gentle. The stranger who saved her when danger struck, the one whose quiet strength made her heart stumble. But through it all, His Excellency never disappeared. He watched. He appeared when she least expected. He made it clear she was his, and no one else's. Between laughter, rivalry, danger, and a love she never planned for, Jiddarh learns that destiny doesn't always arrive gently... sometimes it walks in with authority, arrogance, and a stare that burns straight to the soul. Because in FUD, every story starts with chaos and hers began with His Excellency. 💔👑✨ But whose name will her heart will end with. His excellency,Afan,Irfan or Adil?