Safeeya writes about love stories for others. But in her own home, she's invisible. .... How do you fight for a future you didn't know you wanted until someone tried to take it away?" .... ​To fifty thousand Wattpad readers, she is @PenOfTaqwa, a storyteller who weaves tales of pure, halal love. But in the cold, marble halls of her father's Abuja mansion, Safiya Mahmoud is simply the "plain" daughter-overshadowed by her influencer sisters and silenced by a stepmother who wants her gone. ​Then comes Dr. Salim Aliyu. ​He is everything Safiya has ever written about: pious, kind, and dedicated to the poor. After a chance encounter at a charity ward, Salim doesn't send a proposal for the beautiful Zainab or the famous Aisha. He sends it for Safiya. ​But a Minister's house is built on secrets. When Safiya's stepmother decides to intercept the proposal to protect the family's "status," Safiya is left with a choice: remain the silent girl in the background, or finally become the heroine of her own story. ​In a world of political blackmail, viral scandals, and broken trust, can Safiya find the courage to fight for a love that was written in the stars-and on her prayer mat?

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

Princess Nadeen Umar Farouq's life changes the moment she is forced into a royal marriage alliance with Prince Ayaan Muhammad Hafeez of Kano,a man she has never met. But behind the power, luxury, and traditions of the northern kingdoms lies a dangerous truth: Ayaan already has a wife. Beautiful, possessive, and determined to protect her place at all costs, Salma is not ready to share the man she loves. As duty clashes with love, jealousy turns deadly and palace walls begin to hide dangerous secrets, Nadeen is pulled into a royal world far darker than she ever imagined.

Book four in the forever series

It has always been Larai's dream to go to school and become someone prominent in future. She dreams of meeting her Prince charming. She desires true love, but in a community that relegates girl's education to the background and embraces child marriage? Things prove to be even more difficult than she thought it would be when she discovers she had already been BETROTHED to a man who is old enough to be grandfather, since birth. She fights so hard to change her fate, but how strong is she, a frail, timid and naive teenager against an entire community? Will she eventually wave the white flag? Daily updates 🥂 Started 14th July 2021 ©deey_jah2021

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."

Story Description: In the heart of Abuja, two worlds collide when Mariya Abubakar Zanna, the stunning and fiery daughter of distinguished Senator Usman Abubakar Zanna, meets Umar Bukar Ibrahim, a ruthless oil mogul and devoted single father. Mariya, the epitome of Abuja's high society, lives for glamour, luxury, and attention. Her sharp tongue and unapologetic attitude command respect, yet beneath her polished facade lies a complex, proud woman. However, her reckless behavior threatens to tarnish her father's reputation. Umar, a self-made petroleum engineer, exudes power and authority. His rugged, chiseled features and piercing gaze strike fear into business rivals. His life revolves around his adorable daughter, Fatima, his revered mother, Hajiya Fannah, and his empire. No nonsense, no distractions. When Mariya's scandalous actions jeopardize her father's political career, Senator Zanna seeks a solution to tame his wild child. Umar's father, the revered Alhaji Ibrahim, wishes to see his unmarried son settle down and provide a stable mother figure for Fatima. Their families orchestrate a union, hoping marriage will calm Mariya's rebellious spirit and provide Umar with a suitable partner. The unlikely pair is thrust into a whirlwind of opulence, politics, and passion. Will Mariya's spontaneity soften Umar's steel-like heart? Can Umar's stability tame Mariya's restless spirit? Or will their differences tear them apart?

"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.

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

In a home where love was a currency, she was always bankrupt. Her parents' affection was reserved for the twin who reflected their every hope, leaving her to inherit the hushed comparisons and soft dismissals. She was constantly reminded of her lesser worth, but she never imagined her marriage would be a cast-off from the twin who was truly desired. Offered as a consolation prize, she expects only disappointment in a loveless union. Yet, the journey of marriage becomes an unexpected path to self-discovery. The Color Of My Own Sky is a story of the invisible bruises that shape a soul, and the battle to finally find the courage to paint your own brilliant horizon. Nov. 3 ©deey_jah