Najma never planned to be at that art exhibition. She only went because Maryam practically dragged her there. And honestly? She regretted it the moment a certain grumpy stranger snapped at her and ruined her mood for the entire day. She didn't even ask for his name. She just wanted to go home. But somehow... the universe wasn't done with them. They kept running into each other - in places neither of them expected, at moments that felt too strange to call coincidence. And slowly, all that irritation turned into something softer. Something real. Before she knew it, she was saying yes to the man who once spoiled her day. Their home was warm. Peaceful. The kind of happiness people pray for. Until the day everything shattered. One message. One video. One betrayal she was never prepared to face. Najma walked away. Ayaan broke quietly. Maryam drowned in a truth no one wanted to hear. And somewhere in the shadows, someone else was pulling the strings... someone neither of them suspected. Now Najma is about to learn that not every story is what it looks like - and not every villain shows their face. Read to see how everything unravels, and how the truth finds its way back... no matter how long it takes.

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.

Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

The Contract That Chose Us She was the only daughter of the powerful Al-Hassan Enterprise-a brilliant doctor admired for her intelligence, elegance, and unwavering strength. He was the cold, untouchable heir to the Al-Malik Empire-a billionaire feared by many and trusted by few. Their first meeting in Cairo was a disaster. One collision. One argument. Two oversized egos. They walked away promising themselves they'd never want to see each other again. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. The more they try to avoid each other, the more their paths collide. Every encounter ends in sparks, sharp words, and a battle neither is willing to lose. Yet beneath the hatred lie dangerous family secrets buried for years. Secrets powerful enough to destroy two empires... and the fragile bond that begins to grow between them. When love collides with revenge, loyalty, and the truth, one question remains: Can two hearts survive a contract they never chose... or will the past tear them apart before they ever get the chance to love? "Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are written by fate."

Afrah Ibrahim Sherrif has spent years building walls around her heart. A journalism student with a sharp tongue and a guarded soul, she has no interest in love, no time for games, and absolutely no desire to let anyone in. Then she meets Abdallah Ameen Sadauki. He's an architect. Quiet. Reserved. Completely unreadable. He keeps to himself, speaks only when necessary, and guards his heart like a fortress. He doesn't chase her. He doesn't try to win her over. But something about her lingers in his mind. He doesn't understand it. He doesn't want it. But he can't seem to shake her-the fire in her eyes, the sharpness of her tongue, the way she looks at him like she's already decided she doesn't like him. She doesn't notice him watching. She doesn't see the way his gaze lingers a second too long. She has no idea that the quiet, distant architect she's already dismissed is slowly, quietly, falling for her. This is not a story about love at first sight. This is a story about a man who never expected to fall-and a woman who never expected to be seen.

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

"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.

[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.

Highest ranking #1 WATTPAD FEATURED STORY. He walked past her without sparing her a single glance. The one glance she had been yearning for years now. Yumnah's heart sank once again. But she couldn't blame him. The man she loved and yearned for was PHYSICALLY BLIND.