NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! By twenty-two, Zainab Bello had perfected the art of disliking men without apology. Not quietly. Not politely. Loudly, deliberately, and with enough reasons to justify it. Men talked too much when they knew too little. They took space like it was owed to them. They listened only when it suited them. And if there was one thing Zainab was certain of, it was this: any room that required her to shrink for a man was not a room she intended to stay in. So when the white Benz scratched her car and sped off without an apology that morning, she didn't see an accident. She saw proof. NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! Updates every Sunday.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

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

An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance They were never meant to be lovers. They were barely meant to survive each other. Veer Singhania-ruthless, cold-blooded, and India's most feared underground billionaire. As heir to the Singhania crime empire, he built his fortune on blood, betrayal, and unrelenting discipline. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. Inaya Raichand-fierce, fiery, and born to defy. The only daughter of the powerful Raichand cartel, sworn enemies of the Singhania's, she's spent her entire life resenting everything Veer stands for. She's whip-smart, sharp-tongued, and determined to escape the life she was born into. But when a brutal turf war threatens to destroy both empires, a deal is struck. A forced marriage to keep the peace. Neither of them wants it. Both of them refuse to back down. And as the lines between hate and desire blur, dangerous secrets begin to rise to the surface. In a world of power, pride, and betrayal, will they destroy each other-or be forced to choose love over loyalty?