Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018 : #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018 One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together. On one side is ordinary, young, naive and sweet Rukkayya while on the other hand is stupendously rich, refined and broken Ahmad. What could fate have in store for these two? Find out in Treasures and Thorns!

Zara's world is turned upside down when she discovers the man she married is a master of manipulation. Heartbroken, Zara is unexpectedly reunited with Ahmad, her senior who made her school days a living hell. But the Ahmad she meets now is different from the boy she hated. His piercing gaze, chiseled features, and rogue masculine aura leave her breathless. Every encounter with him sets her heart racing, and she finds herself drawn to him like a magnet. But there's a catch - he's sworn off relationships, and his walls are higher than she anticipated. Can Zara break down his defenses and capture his heart, or will their love remain forever out of reach? ......the one who hurts you can also be the one who heals you.

nineteen-year-old Aydah has learned the art of disappearing, hiding her loneliness behind a practiced smile, her fear behind silence, and her pain behind obedience. At school, she plays the loyal friend in a fragile trio held together by jealousy and pretense. At home, she tiptoes through her family's polished chaos, But when she meets a boy who makes her feel seen for the first time, her fragile balance begins to crack. What begins as tenderness unravels into a cruel game of betrayal and humiliation, forcing Aydah to confront the cost of being invisible in a world that only notices when it's too late. Set against the glittering yet suffocating world of Abuja's upper class book traces a girl's journey from silence to selfhood, asking what it truly means to be seen, and what it costs to heal.

"You haven't known me much!" "Saif is there anything to know about you that's so important? If you left it to me I've known you good enough!" "Ilhan I like you for Allah's sake. And I don't know if you can see that. But even when one likes another for Allah's sake that doesn't mean forcing the other to accept every single thing about the other person. If I've got some things you don't like it's okay to tell me you ain't interested. It won't be right of me to be selfish and want you to accept me fully if you actually hate some things about me." "Saif who are you? You are scaring me out. You kept on saying things about you being a different person. Isn't this who you are?"

UNDERGOING EDITING!! SEQUEL TO THE SIGHT SERIES Imran had to witness his mother being on organ support his whole life. And he had to witness her heart being donated to his cousin once his mother died. His cousin, Zahra, was suffering from a severe heart disease and needed transplant So when his mother died, her heart was transferred into Zahra's body. Years later, khalil decided to join them in a marriage because of the connection Zahra has with them all. While khalil sees his wife in Zahra, Imran sees Zahra as the complete opposite of that. To him, she snatched his mother's heart, she could never replace his mother. Book cover source-pinterest Ranks #1-Imran -6th march 2025 #1-Ronmance-6th march 2025 #1-Nigeria-19th May 2025

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The journey of 16 year old Hanan as she takes her first step into the real world. The University. She faces a lot of challenges and trials from life. Will she be able to withstand it all? And who will be able to mend her broken heart?

Dive into the intriguing story of two strangers from northern Nigeria, united in an arranged marriage, with unique love stories and heartbreaks, they're unaware of the unseen forces guiding their lives. Tied by destiny, explore their journey through culture and religion. Join us as we unravel the mystery, questioning whether their marriage will flourish amidst the enigmatic dance of fate. This story is full of romance, friendship, fate and trust. #2 truthfulness out of 831 stories #20 arewa out of 837 stories #677 romancestories out of 15.5k stories #4 hausastory out of 330 stories #109 newbie out of 11.1k stories Published 2021 updated 2024 Available on amazon https://a.co/d/8N88R2P

"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?