In a marriage built on love but tested by silent wounds, Farah and Abdulrahim have everything-except peace. What was meant to be their happily ever after slowly becomes a journey of learning how to exist beside each other without letting the past steal what they still have. There are things they don't speak about anymore... moments that changed everything... and memories that still linger in the quiet spaces between them. Farah is learning that healing doesn't always mean forgetting, and Abdulrahim is learning that loving her sometimes means holding her steady when she feels like slipping away. Together, they must navigate a bond that is still strong, but no longer untouched. Because love didn't end their struggles... it only made them harder to ignore. Now it's up to them-whether to keep looking back at what broke them, or finally move forward with what's left of what they built. . . . . . . . Sequel of Beyond The Scars, it is advised to read Beyond The Scars First before. But it can also be read as a stand alone. Welcome....

"When Yusuf and Humayra are brought together through an arranged marriage orchestrated by their families, their worlds collide in what feels like a stifling union. But as emotions flare and walls break down, they discover that the line between love and hate is thinner than they thought. In time, they realize their bond was always meant to be. Explore their story in Bound To You©." XOXO ✨🦋 SiyamaM Copyright © 2024.

UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING ‼️ Some wounds don't bleed. They live under the skin-quiet, deep, and scarring. Farah Became another person entirely after finding out about her parents rift at a very young age. And is Separated from her Family for 4 years . Farah tries to escape the trauma-but pain has a way of following you. What happens when Farah is arranged to get married to a long lost friend. They hate each other. But life has other plans. Can two broken souls find peace together? Or will the past tear them apart forever? . . . . . . . . Read And follow the journey of Farah and Abdulrahim. Warning ⚠️ contains some triggering scenes. BEST RANKINGS. #17 in DEEN #1 in HAUSAFULANI #1 in NIGERIAN STORY #4 in LOVE AFTER PAIN #23 in DESMESTIC VIOLENCE #15 in GENERAL FRICTION #1 in AREWA

"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.

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."

He is the only son of the king Heir to the throne The most selfish and arrogant man you'll ever come across When he speaks everyone listens....... Then there she is, An innocent orphan Forced to be a maid in the palace But that is not her deepest story.............. A story of two different people who hated each other at first sight but only one has the right to show physical hatred towards the other, But what happens when one starts developing feelings for the other? Could it be one sided? Or will they go head over heels for each other? * * "What is your name" he asked sounding so angry "Jadwa" I answered trembling because his voice sounded like tunder to my ears "Open your mouth and reply me with words when i speak to you and how dare you stand when i am standing" he shouted sounding louder then before walking closer to me * * * Just a sneak peak of what to expect HE IS ROYALTY AND SHE IS JUST A PALACE MAID BUT WAS SHE REALLY MEANT TO BE JUST A PALACE MAID? Follow me through the journey of JADWA and SULTAN............. This is a Hausa/English novel, so there will be a-lot of hausa and English mixtures 😁😁😁😁😁 Happy reading

Through the cruise of love; there tends to be desolations, heartbreaks, and painful detriments. But if there was true ardour; the beholder of the love would persevere in the face of the grudges, the heart scourging pains, and pertubs. She was a chivalrous lady, whom was heartbroken and vowed not to fall in love again. He was an introvert; whom seldom talk, nor could he envisage himself in love. They became acquaintanced, intimate friends, and finally deviate into inseparable lovers. Promises were made, altruism was clearly avowed, and a future was planned. Upon the series of heart spasm, the etching wounds, scourging pains, and the perforating heartbreaks that could crucify the hearts. Would they grapple the pains and make something out of their adulation? _____ It would be a roller coster ride, with series of heartbreaks, betrayals, and heart squirming pains. Just tag along, as I tell you the story of the consolidated lovers. Ayshatou.

Love had hurt Zarah once, and she swore she'd never let it happen again. But some hearts have a way of finding you, even when you're running. How do you choose peace when love knocks on your door?

Muhibbah thought she had survived the worst night of her life. But survival isn't the same as healing. Haunted by memories she cannot escape, Muhibbah is forced to live in a place that doesn't quite feel like home-surrounded by people who care, yet don't fully understand the silence she hides behind. The past lingers in every loud sound, every quiet moment, every breath she struggles to take. She learns to smile again. To speak again. To exist... again. But healing is never easy. Especially when someone begins to see through the walls she built so carefully. Areef is not loud. He doesn't force his way into her world. He doesn't try to fix her. He stays. And in his quiet presence, Muhibbah begins to realize something she never thought possible- Maybe healing doesn't come from forgetting. Maybe it comes from being seen... and still being chosen. He didn't save her. He stayed. 💔

COMPLETE!!! Faiza Muhammad has always lived surrounded by love a close-knit family, strong values, laughter-filled moments, and traditions that shape every step of her life. Yet beneath her bright spirit and playful nature lies a heart quietly longing for something more: the chance to dream, to grow, and to choose her own path. But life is never as simple as we imagine. As love, family expectations, and destiny begin to pull her in different directions, Faiza finds herself navigating the beauty and burden of becoming, learning hard truths about life, the meaning of love, and the strength it takes to hold onto yourself while embracing what is written for you. Wanna Be Yours is a heartfelt story of family, faith, tradition, and the unexpected turns that lead us exactly where we are meant to be