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?

It was supposed to be a simple letter. A goodbye she was never prepared to read. Aishatu Luqman had always believed in control-of her emotions, her life, and her heart. Love was never part of her plan... until Ibrahim Zaid. A stubborn marine officer who refused to stay out of her carefully built world. What started in a quiet library in Kano soon became something deeper-something real. Something safe. Until he left. And never came back. Now, all she has left is a letter. A letter filled with memories, secrets... and the truth about what really happened to the man she loved. Some love stories don't end with forever. Some end with....a letter

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

Ameerah never planned to get married . She planned to drink too much punch, embarrass her sister during the speeches, and leave before the cake cutting. Instead, she's standing at the altar in her sister's place because the actual bride bolted a day before "I do." Her new husband? Muhammad Ayzan kumo Rich, annoyingly calm, and the human equivalent of "whatever." He didn't want her as a wife. He doesn't have feelings on her but her sister Aisha. And he definitely didn't sign up for Ameerah's nonstop sarcasm and chaos. Ameerah kabir? She's not stressing. She's nonchalant, funny, and way too playful for her own good. If he wants to act like marriage is a business contract, she'll make it the most entertaining contract he's ever signed. Too bad neither of them counted on the slow burn, the banter, or the fact that "I don't care" becomes a lie real fast when you're married to the one person who actually sees through you. It's supposed to be fake. So why does it feel so real?

He was abandoned before he learned how to love - and she was thrown into his life by fate. Everyone thought they were just another arranged couple fumbling through married life. What no one saw were the storms behind closed doors. He didn't talk much - not about the family that left him,or the pain he never gave a name to. He carried his wounds like shadows, quietly, stubbornly. Until the day he broke - and told her the truth. A child born without warmth of a mother. Left behind like a secret. Raised without love. She tried to fix it - she really did. But healing doesn't always come from the ones who hurt us. So instead, she offered him something else: Her hand. Her heart. Her vow to stay. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about standing with them when no one else will. And loving them until they finally start to believe they're worthy of it.

At mid-thirties Sagir was still yet to settle down and get healed from the heartbreak he suffered from his ex-financee, Aaniyah, he vowed never to fall in love with anyone again and he promised he would always fall in love with Aaniyah over and over again, he cut ties with anyone that brought Aaniyah's matter in any sad way. His parents never did approve of him and his beloved, and She cancelled the wedding. ! Months came, and Aaniyah suddenly disappeared, Sagir had no option but to accept the lady his parents arranged for him after the disappearance of Aaniyah over two years. Here comes our protagonist, Miss Fatimah Yasmeen, who was arranged into a marriage with the most ice-colled demeanour, Sagir, with zero per cent love intentions. Fatimah Yasmeen was arranged into the marriage by her father straight after her graduation, a marriage like prison. Do you think this arrangement would work out? Do you think Sagir stone-heart would ever melt into loving Aasiya?!. Unravel more in this story full of suspense written by Nur Rodiyah. ©️ All rights reserved - - - - Heartbreak Arranged marriage Hatred Betrayal

Arranged marriage / love / happily ever after / arewa love story

She wore the niqab. He led with faith. But behind the mask was a heart longing to be seen. A halal romance filled with love, laughter, and faith-where family, sacrifice, and sweet surprises make the journey unforgettable.

"It was supposed to be a contract.... But contracts don't set hearts on fire." Nora Hadid's life has always been shadowed by one thing-her deep resentment toward her mother. No one knows the full story, and Nora isn't about to tell. All she knows is that the past has left scars she can't shake. Ayman comes from a world completely different from hers-wealth, rules, and traditions that have shaped him into someone who follows duty over desire. But behind the polished surface, he's trapped under the weight of family expectations he never wanted. When an unexpected twist of fate throws them together, a single contract and one signature bind them to each other in ways neither could have imagined. What starts as an arrangement quickly becomes a tangled web of unspoken truths, dangerous secrets, and emotions they can't explain. As they navigate a path filled with hidden motives, family drama, and a growing attraction they can't ignore, one question looms over them-will this forced alliance be the key to breaking free from the lives they never chose, or will it pull them even deeper into a mess they can't escape? In a world where trust is fragile and nothing is as it seems, Nora and Ayman are about to learn that sometimes, the answers we're searching for hide in the most unlikely places... and with the most unexpected people.

From a dare to becoming someone's wife. Reckless right? But it didn't end there. One month after the marriage dare expired, she discovered she was pregnant. Yes pregnant. How complicated can life get? Worse still, her mother was the first person to find out. How far can the consequences of one reckless decision really go? M. Maryama