THE ARROGANT YET MINE Book 1 of the Zaki, Bukar & Galandanci Series A blood-stained Captain. A dark wardrobe. A fourteen-year-old girl whispering, "They won't find us." That night, Ihsan saved a soldier's life. That night, Shuraim Imraan Zaki vowed never to forget the girl who was his only light in the dark. Six Years Later The Cold Scientist Ihsan is no longer that terrified child. Now a brilliant medical student, she dissects the world with logic and scalpels. Love isn't destiny. It's a psychological glitch she has no time for. The Scandal But logic cannot explain the viral nightmare that shatters her reputation overnight. A leaked photo. A mountain of suspicion. In the eyes of the public she is fallen. In the eyes of her family she is a stain that must be washed away. The Iron Colonel At thirty-nine, Lt. Col. Shuraim Imraan Zaki is a man of scars and cold command. A widower. A single father. He has forgotten how to feel and he has certainly forgotten how to need someone. The Collision A chaotic Kaduna traffic jam brings them together. He sees a reckless girl defying his authority. She sees a lovely giant whose arrogance is larger than his rank. He calls her My Ustazia. She calls him Mr. Arrogant. The Danger Their tension is the least of their problems. Murad Al-Mansur Rubaɗo is watching. His obsession with Ihsan crosses the line between desire and destruction. And in the shadows Iron Smoke stirs. A global syndicate manipulating terror, governments and truth casts its hand over Nigeria. Their secrets reach into Ihsan's past and threaten Shuraim's future. In a war between military iron, medical logic and a shadow empire - Who will surrender first? And who will survive the smoke?

An emotional tale of self-destruction, survival and healing woven through a society where tradition and expectations often speak louder than truth. To the world, Farida Bintu Ardo is a bitter, emotionless disruptor who finds peace in chaos. But beneath her sharp tongue is a woman who has spent years mastering a dark art of survival-shielding herself with choices she knows are sinful, and burying truths that were never meant to stay hidden. She believes she is finally in control. Until her world crosses paths with Saleem Kabir Jega. Haunted by his own past regrets, Saleem carries deep scars beneath a mask of restraint. He is everything she didn't see coming. When their forced union becomes the very reason the fragile life Farida fought so hard to protect begins to unravel, her desperate defenses turn against her. Will she finally face the truths she has hidden from the world, or will her dangerous need for control destroy her completely?

"Next time don't roam the school grounds without a proper covering for your hair." Some girls cross oceans for adventure. Rashida Fintiri crossed one for a boy. Leaving behind the polished halls of her Swiss boarding school, Rashida Fintiri arrives in Abuja with one thing on her mind. Alim. Her cousin, her closest friend, and the boy she has quietly loved for as long as she can remember. She traded Switzerland for this, for him, certain that proximity would finally tip the scales in her favour. It does not. Alim only has eyes for Tahira, the soft-spoken, effortlessly beautiful girl every boy in school seems to notice and every girl cannot help but resent. For Rashida, the sight of it is unbearable. Humiliating. And when Rashida hurts, she does not cry quietly in corners. She strikes. Tahira becomes her target. A campaign of cold shoulders, cutting words and calculated cruelty that Rashida tells herself is deserved. That she tells herself is nothing. But nothing has a way of becoming everything. Because someone is watching. Senior Babangana, Alhaji Baba to those who know better than to test him, the most feared and sought after boy in school, son of old money and a name that opens doors, has noticed. Not Tahira. Not the girl everyone expects him to look at. He is watching Rashida. And in a school where everyone is performing for someone, Rashida is about to find out what it means to be truly seen by someone who sees far too much. "I don't know how to play basketball senior" Babangana' gaze drifts over her and she could feel a pinch from how dismissive he is. "You'll learn come here.

Ten years ago... A sixteen-year-old girl stood at the gates of her home with tears in her eyes. She waited. Just once. For someone to stop her. For someone to say, "Stay." Nobody did. So she left. The daughter they misunderstood. The sister they stopped trusting. The girl whose silence was mistaken for guilt. Only her grandparents stood beside her. Only they knew how many nights she cried herself to sleep. Only they knew how hard she worked to rebuild a life far away from the people she once loved the most. Ten years later... The same girl returns. Not because she forgave. Not because she forgot. Not because she needed them. She returned for one reason only. Her eldest brother's wedding. The Suryavanshi Mansion was glowing with lights. Music echoed through every corner. Guests laughed. Families celebrated. Nobody noticed the luxury car stopping outside. Nobody expected her. And nobody was prepared for the woman who stepped out. Dr. Shivangi Suryavanshi. Twenty-seven years old. A world-renowned heart surgeon. Owner of multiple hospitals. A woman respected by thousands. A woman known by the world. Yet completely unknown to her own family. For a moment... Time stopped. Because standing before them wasn't the girl who left. The girl who used to follow her brothers around. The girl who laughed the loudest. The girl who loved her family with her whole heart. She was gone. This Shivangi stood tall. Calm. Elegant. Unreachable. The same eyes. The same face. But none of the warmth. Then her gaze found her eldest brother. The brother whose wedding had brought her home. For a second, memories flashed between them.

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.