Bilal & Rahma "Well let's say you don't fall in love with me or even like me in like let's say in a year ? " Bilal gripped the steering wheel as he made a turn , he was nervous again " if I decide to let you go to make you happy will that be alright ? He continued and swallowed He waited for her answer as he glanced at her ,he couldn't see her face very well because of the dark after what felt like forever she replied with " I don't know " *********** Read about rahama a young mischievous girl with a heart of gold , her dream is to become a lawyer and fulfill her fathers dream but what happens when she is married off before she completes her studies ? , will she be able to complete her studies?, What happens when her husband start to fall in love with her ? Rahama or Rahma Note this is a very happy book !

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.

Nadia Suleiman had everything planned-her wedding, her future, her life. Until the man she was meant to marry disappeared... and took her dreams with him. Humiliated. Heartbroken. And left to pick up the pieces, Nadia swore she would never let love make her weak again. But fate had other plans. Nasir Razeen Al-Zahrani-self-made billionaire, a man of power, silence, and control-doesn't believe in coincidences. When Nadia walks into his world, broken but unbowed, something about her pulls him in... dangerously. He doesn't chase women. He doesn't lose control. And he definitely doesn't fall. But for Nadia? He might just rewrite every rule he's ever lived by. Because some love stories aren't chosen... They're destined.

There is a thin line between love and hate. A delicate balance, a twist of fate. A tender glance, a fiery gaze. A gentle touch, a heated shove. Yet in the balance we are known to reside, where love and hate collide in our hearts. So as we walk the line and we embrace the fire, with the love that soothes and the hate that tires.. along the line, we realize that something so strong, can only ever be compared to something even stronger. Such is the case for Khayrah Ammal and Muhammad Adnaan. Where in the pursuit of disdain, lines get crossed and what we thought was so clearly hate, turns out to be something softer, something with a promise. Though, with all love stories, there can never be a promise of a happily ever after. Something so close might sometimes be farther than we think.

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

Two people of different worlds living in the same planet. When fate took an unexpected turn and unite them in the least of ways they could expect, what could be the possibility of 'happily ever after?' Maybe a Zero, maybe an infinity. Is it an opposite attract love story? Or just a disaster in waiting? #1 in Hausa on 10th December, 2024. #1 in self doubt on 25th February, 2025 Copyright © 2024. All rights reserved.

UNEDITED CHAPTERS 1-25 Armani grew up starved of affection. In a house where love should have lived, her mother's coldness taught her to expect nothing from anyone. She learned to keep her feelings quiet, her hopes small, and her heart guarded. But everything changes when she is forced into an arranged marriage with Zaid Ismael AbdulRahman-a 26-year-old architectural prodigy and powerful multi-millionaire businessman. To the world, Zaid is known as a cold, calculating man. Reserved, disciplined, and distant, he is the kind of man people respect... and fear. No one has ever seen warmth in his eyes. Except Armani. From the very first day of their marriage, the man the world calls heartless treats her with a gentleness she has never known. The same Zaid who terrifies boardrooms speaks to her softly, watches over her quietly, and protects her in ways she never expected. Confused by his kindness and haunted by a lifetime without love, Armani begins to wonder: why is the coldest man in the world so warm only to her? In a marriage that was never meant to hold love, Armani may finally discover the one thing she thought she would never have-a heart that chooses her, every single day. ✨

"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.

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

Sequel to Anything for suleym We all have flaws but Amirah believe she have it all figure out, Amirah is perfect and she knows what she want, what she want is what she get, Amirah have only one wish to date a married man, she have it all plan out and she create her own journal with every tips you need to know on "How to date a married man" NOTE : UNEDITED