Description 🖤 Nyla Muhammad Kwallere lived the kind of life people only saw online. Luxury convoys. Powerful family name. Elite schools. Perfect image. But one moment changed everything. After publicly slapping the wrong person, Nyla suddenly becomes the center of attention in a world filled with dangerous pride, obsession, secrets, and revenge. Then there's Ahmad Aryan Kurfi-cold, powerful, mysterious, and impossible to ignore. What begins with tension slowly turns into something neither of them expected. But in a world where powerful families hide deadly secrets and love can quickly become destruction... Will they survive what comes after? Or will everything fall apart before they can even call it love? ✨ BEFORE WE CALLED IT LOVE ✍️ @ihsanluvsss

"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.

Two souls who once met in laughter now face each other in silence. Can the light she once brought into his world guide them both out of the shadows? Or will their past be the reason they can't find their way back to love? 11/25

Arman Malik. Thirty-two years old. Tall, handsome, powerful, and impossible to ignore. A billionaire by wealth, an heir to a royal throne by blood, and a feared mafia king by reputation. Arrogance is his crown. Power is his language. Cruelty is his signature. A walking red flag wrapped in luxury, danger, and authority. A womanizer who never stays, a cigarette addict who never quits, and a man who believes love is nothing but a weakness. Cold-hearted, ruthless, and emotionally unavailable, Arman trusts very few people and fears absolutely no one. In a world where everyone follows rules, Arman Malik creates his own. What happens when he got tangled with his stubborn cousin in a dangerous love story neither plans for Find out in Arman malik written and owned by shatubello(balbela)

She already had the man she wanted. He never wanted a wife. Too bad their families made a promise years before either of them were born. Now Arwa and Zaheer are expected to honor it. One is determined to escape it. The other couldn't care less. But fate has a strange way of turning resentment into longing... and promises into something far more dangerous.

Fatima bukar danbatta knows as Jidda a girl full with vibes, who did not give a little bit of love to any man if not her man sadiq wambai, then unexpected Imran Muhammad ameer matawalle came into her life without her knows. And then everything changed. Join me let dive in😘

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

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."

For five years, twenty-three-year-old Khadija lived in a sanctuary of her own making. Far away from her father's sprawling mansion and the toxic shadow of her stepmother and stepsisters, she built a life filled with light, peace, and a thriving perfume business. She thought she had permanently escaped the golden cages of old money. But when her powerful father (or so people think) snaps his fingers and demands her return, Khadija is forced to make a devastating choice: step back into the lion's den, or watch her mother break under the family pressure. Choosing her mother, Khadija walks back through the heavy black gates of her childhood nightmare. But she isn't the quiet, compliant eighteen-year-old they remember. Armed with a cold resolve, Khadija plans to survive the hostile glares of her stepsisters and whatever calculated "plans" her stepmother has waiting for her. What she didn't plan for, however, was Hammad Aali. Hammad Aali, relentlessly charming, permanently calm, modern businessman and a man whose family is constantly pushing a parade of elite cousins and high-society women into his line of sight. From desperate socialites to Khadija's own step-sister, who will do absolutely anything to claim his name, Hammad is a prize to be won. But he has zero interest in being trapped. Untill he met Khadija. Sharp-tongued, fierce, and utterly unimpressed by his status, she is the one woman who has the audacity to ghost him. For a man used to women falling at his feet, her silence is a reckoning, a challenge he cannot seem to walk away from.

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