THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach. She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land. What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience. After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made. She says yes before she finishes thinking. This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.

In the heart of Northern Nigeria, where culture, faith, and whispers shape a woman's destiny, three lives unfold each bound by love, power, and the choices that change everything. Zuwaira - At 35, she is forced into a loveless marriage with her cousin to silence the gossip about her age. Behind closed doors, her husband gives his affection to side chics while she fades in silence. But deep inside, a question grows: what if she leaves? Sajida - A 25-year-old Fulani beauty who falls hopelessly for her wealthy, powerful boss. To him, she's a luxury mistress. To her, he's the love of her life. Caught between haram romance and her prayers for forgiveness, Sajida learns that real love doesn't hurt this much. Zuleikha - A rich, untouchable Hausa-Shuwa Arab queen of politics and luxury. She spoils lovers with Paris trips and diamonds, her name dripping in scandal. But a shocking diagnosis and a taste of sincere faith change everything and the whispers about her will never sound the same again. Three women. Three paths. One truth: in Arewa, your story is never yours alone.

Abdul never expected Zarah to see past the walls he'd built around himself. Behind his quiet smile lies a storm battles with mental health, the shadows of toxic relationships, and the weight of pretending to be okay. Zarah, with her unshakable compassion, refuses to look away. But loving someone who's breaking isn't easy. Together, they'll face the illusion of happiness, the raw truth of vulnerability, and the fight to find light in the darkest corners. This is more than a story about a crush it's about love that heals, hope that refuses to fade, and the courage to hold on when the world says let go.

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."

[complete book on selar] In a union born of duty, not love, two souls from different worlds, different cultures and different countries are bound together in marriage. Meet Ayman Aminu Sugaba, the charismatic Crown Prince of Kano, whose chiseled exterior hides a heart shattered by the loss of his best friend, the woman he loved. Now, a shadow of his former self, cold, detached, and broken. But fate has other plans. Enter Maha Sufyan Al-Harith, a kind-hearted Arabian beauty, whose gentle spirit and stunning beauty are a balm to the prince's weary soul even though he doesn't admit it. As they navigate the challenges of their arranged marriage, Maha sets out to thaw Ayman's frozen heart. Can their love survive the cultural divide between them? Will the tensions between their Arabian and Nigerian heritage tear them apart, or will their bond grow strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path? Join me on this epic journey of royalty, betrayal, love and heartbreak, as Ayman and Maha navigate the treacherous landscape of their own hearts, and the intrigue-ridden world of royal politics.

"Don't you dare to touch me again otherwise i won't even give you chance to control your breathe and fuck you right here harshly....." .......... ____________ " For God sake .....I gonna find you as soon as possible and if I get to know that you were prostitute I will leave you ....but if not then I will definitely punish you wildly and harshly for taking away my first time and without giving any connection left me alone on this bed. __________ I WON'T TAKE MINUTES TO SMASHED YOUR THIS JUICY LIPS TO MINE.......AND AFTER THAT I WON'T LET YOU GO FROM HERE... SO .RUN BABY ,RUN .....RUN FOR YOUR LIFE......... Billionaire × mafia Submissive - dominating ( Mature content ahead ) TROPE - age gap FORCED marriage Dominating side Romance Suspense REVANGE BIKER couple Betrayal Divorce Family × love

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 on Wednesday Finished in: July 02, 2026 on Thursday. 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

Everyone saw the wedding. No one knew the love story behind it. Imran has loved Zulaiha since childhood. Zulaiha only realizes too late that her heart has always belonged to him too. After years apart, one reunion changes everything. A soft, elegant love story about destiny, family, and the kind of love written long before vows are spoken.

He married her... but he never chose her. For five years, Inaya Abdullah loved Ameer Muhammad Siddique in silence. The way she designed her buildings - with precision, with patience... with the quiet belief that what she built would last. She never told him. A man like Ameer wasn't someone you confessed to. You admired him from a distance. You made du'a. You waited. Until one day... his parents chose her for him Because Ameer didn't come to her with love. He came with duty. His past left him guarded. Untouchable. The kind of man who could say "I do"... and still feel nothing. Now Inaya is bound to him by nikkah, building skylines by day, and returning each night to a husband who keeps her at arm's length... like she is something he doesn't trust himself to want. She is one of the most sought-after architects in northern Nigeria. She has built structures meant to stand for centuries. But Ameer is not something she can design. He is a wall. And the question growing heavier in her heart isn't whether she can make him love her... It's whether she will still recognize herself when she finally stops trying. A slow-burn story of quiet love, emotional distance, and the painful truth that sometimes... Being chosen matters more than being loved.

"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" ....................................................................