When Zoya Ahmed's cousin, Saad Mirza - the broody, honey-eyed CEO everyone in the family calls 'perfect' - ends up in a wedding fiasco, she never expected to be dragged into the chaos. But when the original bride runs away at the last minute, the Mirza and Ahmed families make one impulsive decision to save their honor: Zoya will replace her. What starts as an arrangement built on family pressure quickly turns into a clash of personalities - her chatter versus his silence, her emotions versus his control. Between sarcastic arguments, and awkward family dinners, theirs becomes a marriage neither of them wanted... but might just end up needing. - #1 in #Pakistani on November 16, '25

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

#1 in duties on wattpad 💃. MOE series. Did you enjoy 1? Well here is 2! Way better and even more experienced. Umaima's story with the emir of Kano, Abdallah Turaki. COPYRIGHT @2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. zuzulovesto_write. No part of this story is copied, everything is fictional and any resemblance is coincidential.

The story follows 24-year-old umar Faruq, who has just proposed to his longtime girlfriend, Balkis. Their future is shattered when Faruq's uncle and aunt die in a sudden accident, leaving behind their 7-year-old daughter,Noor khadija. Faruq discovered months prior that his uncle-a man of traditional and rigid beliefs-had legally "betrothed" khadija him to ensure she would never leave the family's protection. Now, faruq is not just khadija's guardian; in the eyes of their traditional community and his uncle's will, he is her future husband.

2014. A blood-stained Captain, a dark wardrobe, and a fourteen-year-old girl who whispered, "They won't find us." On that night, IHSAN saved a man's life. On that night, Shuraim Imran Zaki promised never to forget the girl who was his light in the dark. ‎ ‎SIX YEARS LATER. ‎ ‎Kaduna is a city of secrets and structure. ‎Ihsan is no longer that terrified child. She is a brilliant medical student who views the world through the cold lens of science and logic. To her, love isn't destiny; it's a psychological illusion she doesn't have time for. ‎ ‎LT COL SHURAIM IMRAN ZAKI is no longer the wounded soldier. At Thirty-nine, he is a man of iron and arrogance. A single father and a high-ranking officer, he commands respect with a single look and rules his world with rigid discipline. ‎ ‎When a chance encounter in the chaotic Kaduna traffic brings them together, he doesn't see his savior. He only sees a reckless girl on an Achaɓe who defies his authority. She sees a "lovely giant" whose arrogance is as vast as his rank. ‎ ‎He calls her "My Ustazia." She calls him "Mr. Arrogant." ‎ ‎And then there is MURAD AL-MANSUR RUBAƊO, DON MURAD, a charming, spoiled rival whose obsession with Ihsan blurs the line between desire and danger. ‎ ‎Meanwhile, IRON SMOKE, the shadow syndicate that manipulates governments, militias, and terror networks, casts its dark hand over Nigeria. Its secrets threaten everything Ihsan and Shuraim hold dear. ‎ ‎In a battle of military discipline, scientific logic, hidden desires, and global danger, who will surrender first and who will survive the smoke? ‎

"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.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Fatima never imagined her life would change overnight. One moment, she was a university student with dreams, laughter, and freedom... The next, she was told she was already married. To a man she barely remembers. A man who didn't choose her either. Muhammad Hassan is everything she is not-calm, distant, and controlled. While Fatima is expressive, emotional, and full of life. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. Will they learn to understand each other... or remain trapped in a love written in silence?

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

September 11th September 11th was meant to be a birthday. A simple night celebration. A family gathering. Instead, it became the night that changed everything. Written by Hauwa Isah Galadima.