Farida had long accepted that life wasn't fair. Raised by a father who never protected her and a stepmother who made sure she knew she was unwanted, she never imagined that one day her late mother's family would come looking for her. Abdallah Abubakar Turaki, the Yariman Jigawa, had no intention of marrying anyone. Not after the humiliation of being abandoned two days before his daurin aure. But fate had other plans. An unexpected marriage. Two cousins who barely knew each other. And a life neither of them had planned. As old wounds heal and hearts slowly soften, Farida and Abdallah must learn that sometimes, Allah writes a story far better than the one you imagined for yourself.

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_

Najma never planned to be at that art exhibition. She only went because Maryam practically dragged her there. And honestly? She regretted it the moment a certain grumpy stranger snapped at her and ruined her mood for the entire day. She didn't even ask for his name. She just wanted to go home. But somehow... the universe wasn't done with them. They kept running into each other - in places neither of them expected, at moments that felt too strange to call coincidence. And slowly, all that irritation turned into something softer. Something real. Before she knew it, she was saying yes to the man who once spoiled her day. Their home was warm. Peaceful. The kind of happiness people pray for. Until the day everything shattered. One message. One video. One betrayal she was never prepared to face. Najma walked away. Ayaan broke quietly. Maryam drowned in a truth no one wanted to hear. And somewhere in the shadows, someone else was pulling the strings... someone neither of them suspected. Now Najma is about to learn that not every story is what it looks like - and not every villain shows their face. Read to see how everything unravels, and how the truth finds its way back... no matter how long it takes.

"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.

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.

A tale of two worlds, who are destined to be together. Scroll through and look for chapter 1 please.

JAWAHIR is the only daughter to a single mother hajiya saratu who forced her into an arranged marraige to the son of her childhood best friend hajiya Aisha who turned out to be the most arrogant guy she has ever come across Muhammad. Will the marriage work out? Will Muhammad be a good husband? Will she be able to adjust with him? Will she turn out to be what he expected her to be? Will she able to tolerate him? Will he ever change?.......... Follow me and add this book to your library to get the answer to all your questions. Get ready,brace yourselves and tighten your seatbelts because this is gonna be a hell bumpy ride😉😉 With love __Hafsatou❤

She stitched a dress for her best friend's wedding. She never thought she'd be the one wearing it. When Zulaikha vanishes on her wedding morning, Farida Usman is faced with an impossible choice: let her best friend's family face ruin, or step into the bride's place. She says yes. She wears the dress. She becomes the wife of Abdallah Tafida, a man she's never spoken to, a widower who buried his heart with his late wife. Now Farida is alone in a cold house in Abuja, married to a stranger who won't look at her, surrounded by twins who don't want her. But hearts don't stay frozen forever. And sometimes, the most fragile hearts become the strongest. Rayyan, the shy little boy, reaches for her hand. Rania, the stubborn girl, watches her from doorways. And Abdallah, Abdallah begins to notice the woman who sits at his table, eats his food, and asks for nothing. Fragile Hearts is a story about betrayal dressed as friendship. About grief that doesn't announce itself. About a dress that held a ghost. And about the slow, terrifying, holy work of learning to choose yourself, in a city where everyone is watching. It's s a Hausa romance about betrayal, healing, and the quiet love that grows in the spaces between silence.

She was never meant to be his. He never wanted to feel anything. Sarah's world crumbles the moment she's sold off like property - forced into marriage with a man as distant as he is dangerous: Khalifa Modibbo, known for his silence, power, and the darkness behind his eyes. He doesn't smile. He doesn't touch her. He doesn't even pretend to care. But beneath his indifference lies a storm - quiet, controlled, and waiting to break. Their marriage begins in silence, with sharp edges and cold walls. No tenderness. No trust. Just two strangers bound by resentment and pride. But love doesn't always arrive with warmth. Sometimes it creeps in through stolen glances, bitter arguments, and the ache of two broken souls trying not to fall. As old wounds resurface and new trials threaten to tear them apart, Sarah and Khalifa must face the truth: They may have been forced together by fate - but what grows between them could either ruin them... or save them. Because the strongest loves aren't always gentle. Some are woven from pride, pain, and every thread they swore they'd never offer anyone.

He's her brother's best friend. She's the girl he's waited for all his life. But love doesn't always wait for the right time...and sometimes life doesn't wait at all. . . . . . NOTE: NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY. Yes they're muslims tho. Enjoy 💕