This story is about an orphan lady driven with passion to pursue her dreams and give living another chance, loving too

In a city filled with power, secrets, and destiny, two hearts are about to collide. Haldiiya finally earns her place at Zayn Fragrance Ltd., determined to prove she can succeed without living in anyone's shadow. Focused, modest, and full of quiet strength, love is the last thing on her mind... until a brief accident leaves her breathless over a stranger she cannot forget. What she doesn't know is that the man who unsettled her heart is Abdulmalik Zayn the hidden CEO, a powerful heir trapped between family loyalty and a marriage chosen for him. A man who has sworn never to let a woman close. But fate has its own plans: With stolen glances, unexpected promotions, and a connection neither of them can deny, their worlds begin to intertwine. Yet love in their lives may come with a price, reputation, obedience, and sacrifices they never imagined making. When destiny keeps bringing them together, will they fight it... or surrender to the fragrance of a love written for them by Allah?

Text copyright © 2025. All Rights Reserved by hafsyxx Love Me If You Dare *** Fahad's gaze drifted across the circle of us. The look was low, deliberate, until it found on me. His lips curved into that faint, dangerous smile that always makes him, him. He said quietly, "Love me if you dare." The air went still. Even the bird stopped singing... *** She was supposed to be just another headline. He was never supposed to feel again. Fahad Abdullahi Rizq, 27, is an Arabian-Hausa billionaire with a frozen heart and a gold crown on his shoulders. He's cold, controlled and barely tolerate social. Fatima Ibrahim Sambo, 20, is a sharp-tongued dreamer who never imagined her biggest scandal would come with a diamond ring. She's loud, stubborn, and allergic to arrogant billionaires. So when a scandal forces Fahad Abdullahi Rizq and Fatima Ibrahim Sambo into a fake engagement, sparks fly and not the romantic kind. He's the storm she never prayed for. She's the fire he never saw coming. They don't love each other. They barely tolerate each other. But now they're engaged, and the world is watching. And the heart? Well... it has its own reckless plans. In a war of words and pride, can two strangers survive an engagement built on pressure and secrets? Or will their hearts dare to fall? _____ Love Me If You Dare A modern fairytale born from fury, royalty, and the wildest dare of all, love. Started in: June 18, 2025 Ended in: Highest ranked: 🥇1 #secretandscandal on 17/04/26 🥇1 #arewaromance on 07/09/25 🥇1 #lovemeifyoudare on 02/07/25 🥇1 #halaal on 23/08/25 🥇1 #hardlove on 07/11/25 🥈2 #Wattpadnigeria on 02/07/25 🥈2 #dubai on 14/05/26

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?

Aditya Oberoi A ruthless mafia. He can be define as rude, arrogant and cruel. He is dominating, cold and heartless. He is 26 years old. Have muscular body with 6'1 height. Anyone can get attracted towards him. But everyone afraid of him. He owns his family business. He owns other companies also. He is a mafia. But hides it from everyone. Heer Have no one in her family. Now she did her graduation. She was working in a small school as a teacher also teaching the children of orphanage. She really humble, kind and sweet. She is 21 years old. She has beautiful eyes with long hair. She really loves children. She is working and helping Children of the orphanage. What will happen when he force her to marry him? What will be the future of this relationship of two completely different persons?

"You are no one to me. You are nothing to me." I said looking straight to his eyes holding back my tears. "Oh really!! Looks like I have to remind you what exactly I am to you" his grip tightend on my wrist as he pinned me against the wall and captured my lips. Abeer Singh Rathore The most feared mafia in the world. The CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, cruel , dominating and possessive. He never think twice before killing someone. For him, there is only two things are important first, his work and second his Jaan. Janhvi Oberoi A sweet, sensitive, kind, beautiful pediatric doctor who forced to marry a man whom she never met and exact opposite to her. What will happen when she gets to know that the man whom she married is obsessed with her and ready to kill anyone for her. what will happen when a cruel mafia get obsessed for the kindest doctor?? While he is master of killing and making people suffer, on the other hand she can die to save other people. #slowburn #loveaftermarriage #forcedmarriage #desiromance​

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."

Tahira Mahmoud never imagined her life would unravel into a public scandal, not when she was focused on her internship and building her future. Zayyad Ibrahim, a successful architect and divorcee, has spent years protecting his heart and his family with rigid control. But when duty, whispers, and tradition corner him, he finds himself married to Tahira... a girl he has only ever seen as a sister. What begins as an unwanted obligation soon shifts into something, neither of them expected: lingering glances that last too long, teasing that feels too familiar, and a protective tenderness that refuses to be ignored. Tahira begins to realize that love, in all its quiet beauty, can bloom even in the places she never thought to look. And Zayyad? He's starting to discover that the one marriage he never wanted may be the one thing he can't walk away from.

"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.

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