"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

Murad Al-Abbas is a man carved from duty and stone. As a high-ranking royal, he is as powerful as he is breathtakingly handsome-a man whose presence commands absolute silence and whose temper is as cold as the desert night. He has no room for sentiment, only the heavy crown of his lineage and the secrets that keep his empire standing. Inaya Ibrahim is a vision of grace from a modest home, her life defined by the rhythmic scrub of laundry in a dusty courtyard and the stinging whispers of a family that barely sees her. She is a girl of middle-class dreams and quiet resilience, hoping only for a life of peace far away from her sister's cruelty.

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😘

Ameerah never planned to get married . She planned to dance,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 nor 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?

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.

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?

He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

[complete book on selar] In a union born of duty, not love, two souls from different worlds, different cultures and different countries are bound together in marriage. Meet Ayman Aminu Sugaba, the charismatic Crown Prince of Kano, whose chiseled exterior hides a heart shattered by the loss of his best friend, the woman he loved. Now, a shadow of his former self, cold, detached, and broken. But fate has other plans. Enter Maha Sufyan Al-Harith, a kind-hearted Arabian beauty, whose gentle spirit and stunning beauty are a balm to the prince's weary soul even though he doesn't admit it. As they navigate the challenges of their arranged marriage, Maha sets out to thaw Ayman's frozen heart. Can their love survive the cultural divide between them? Will the tensions between their Arabian and Nigerian heritage tear them apart, or will their bond grow strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path? Join me on this epic journey of royalty, betrayal, love and heartbreak, as Ayman and Maha navigate the treacherous landscape of their own hearts, and the intrigue-ridden world of royal politics.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"