[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

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Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

AOTH Sagir Bawa was once a man overflowing with love and tenderness until his first heartbreak shattered his soul in the cruellest way imaginable. That single event transformed him, filling his heart with bitterness and leaving him vowing never to love again. Relationships, marriage, and the thought of being with another woman became a distant, scorned memory. But fate rarely follows the plans we make. When his parents decide to force him into an arranged marriage, despite his vehement protests, Sagir finds himself standing on the precipice of a promise he made long ago. Will he bend to their will, or stay true to his vow to never love again? Then came her........ Hairana Sultan, whose stubbornness and fiery personality masked a life overshadowed by aching sorrow. She believed love was nothing but an illusion-a word spoken but never truly felt. And like Sagir, marriage had been forced upon her, though to Hairana, it seemed like the only way to grasp her freedom. But secrets have their own gravity, and Hairana's mother holds the weightiest one of all-one that could shake Hairana's world to its core. When Sagir and Hairana's paths collide, both tethered by destiny, their unyielding stubbornness threatens to combust. Neither believes in love; neither trusts the idea of happiness shared with another. Yet, can the heart remain untouched when fate is determined to intervene? As challenges arise, and life's trials test the strength of their resolve, will their hearts soften toward each other-or will their aching hearts remain impenetrable, refusing to bow to the whispers of love? ......... ☺️☺️☺️

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.

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

Usman Shagari was the kind of man who turned heads without trying,handsome, wealthy, and born into one of the country's most powerful families. But beneath the tailored suits and calculated charm was a man carved from ice distant, unreadable, and deliberately cold to the world. Only a few ever saw the warmth he reserved for those he truly trusted. Once, long ago, love had cracked his armor and nearly destroyed him. Since then, he'd built walls too high for anyone to climb, swearing never to fall again. Dating was off the table. Emotions were a liability. He would know the one when she came, he told himself but until then, nothing and no one would get close. Love wasn't just unimportant it was dangerous. Especially when every smile aimed at him came with an agenda: some drawn by his family name, others by his staggering wealth. And then there were those who followed him online, obsessed with the version of him he curated clean, perfect, untouchable. What they didn't know was that Usman Shagari wasn't just protecting his heart. Na'ima Abubakar lived a life that barely made a ripple at least on the surface. A quiet 300-level student of Nutrition and Dietetics, she came from a modest, middle-class family, the kind that stayed out of trouble and avoided attention. The third of five children Sa'ada, Salim, Zakiya, and Yusuf,Na'ima sat right in the middle, always in the background. But the middle child often sees what others miss. She blended into crowds, kept her head down, followed the rules. No one would have suspected that the girl with the shy smile and quiet eyes was about to be pulled into a storm that would shatter everything she thought she knew about herself, about love, and about the powerful man who would soon enter her world. Stay tuned!🌹

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is