Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

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.

ONCE A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY "It's time" The simple sentence could be interpreted in different ways. Time? The favorable and appropriate time to do something. To do what? Was the thing she was most scared of. No matter how hard she tried to form ignorance, she knew what that particular daunting sentence meant. Time to get married, not just any type of marriage, an arranged marriage. Every family has a tradition and the Garko family did too. Although traditions are different, theirs too was, a tad bit orthodox even. It was an arranged marriage and she was next.

Zulaiha Abdallah is a final-year medical student at Nile University, Abuja, living with a past the world refuses to let go. She once loved the wrong man-an abusive relationship kept hidden from everyone. One night, while trying to protect herself, he died. The court ruled it self-defence, but society passed its own judgement. Cleared by law, yet condemned by people, Zulaiha is forced to live with labels such as "A woman who lost her virginity before marriage" whispers, and the stigma of not fitting into society's idea of a "pure" woman. During a visit home for Eid in Kano, her life takes another turn when she is pushed into an arranged marriage meant to settle debts and repair damaged reputations-not to bring love or healing. Her soon-to-be husband, Umar Al Muqtadir, is a respected and successful man with a past as dark as hers. Years ago, an affair led to a child he never got to raise, his lover commited sucide, and a promise he made to never forget her and to find his child. Two broken souls. One forced marriage. Secrets buried deep. As the truth about the past begins to surface- What happens when Umar finds out his child was killed by his girlfriend- about death, guilt, and a child lost "Who was this girlfriend?" -Zulaiha must face the question that has followed her all her life: Is this marriage her punishment... or her only chance at survival?

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.

"ALHAMDULILLAH. IT'S OFFICIAL. JASRAH IS NOW HASSAN'S WIFE". She felt her heart threatening to breakthrough it's ribcage. Cheers were all over the house. Anty Amina and Asiya were nowhere in sight. A lone tear escaped her eyes but she did well to clear it before she gets caught. The whole house was filled with chatter and joy from different angles. Jasrah grew up with her step mom and step sister in Kaduna. She was subjected to different types of injustice. She lost her mom while giving birth to her and after Graduating from High school, her dad passed away due to heart failure. Life hasn't been easy for her. She got married to Hassan. Let's see how far they go More to come, ur comments and votes matter 😭🙏

"Have you no heart?" He stopped. Sayf turned abruptly to face her, feeling as every word she spoke got to his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh. "Are perhaps mentally impaired?" he asked again trying to be clear. "If I was I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. Yes, he insulted her but that was the least of her problems. She will have to avenge at a more convenient time later. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Stop challenging me" she said holding her waist with both hands. He hissed and started walking away majestically. He was so done wasting his words on her. Tauhida groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "Koh dutse ne kai albarka" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and atria is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️

"Why the hell would I want to marry you?!"I snapped "Well I don't wanna marry you either! but we don't have much of a choice now do we?"he spat,his jaw clenched When Abba tells you you're getting married to that cousin you never really liked, but you don't have a choice. And " I never wanted to marry you" turns to "I'm so lucky to have you"

The path of two heartbroken persons cross by a marriage arranged by their parents. They both heal their broken hearts together, showering each other with love and totally forgetting their past. But what happens when the causes of their heartbreak try to wreck the new bond between them. Read and find out!!!

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.