•Highest Ranks• #1 - In Arewa_23rd August, 2021. #1 - In Fulani_17th September, 2021. #2 - In Part 1_19th October, 2021. #1 - In Pity_27th October, 2021. #2 - In hausa_9th November, 2021. #1 - In cousins_4th August, 2022. #1 - In Marriage _4th August, 2022. #1 - In Romance_4th August, 2022. #2 - In Remorse_2nd July, 2023. A story about two COUSINS who DESPISES each other... she is R A H E E N A H he is R I D W A N who were BOUND BY BLOOD and also married by bound,so stay tuned as to find out whether... They will keep on despising each other O R Will they eventually FALL FOR EACH OTHER Started on : 28th January, 2021 Ended on : 17th November, 2021 Word count: Yours truly_ Ria❤

"Baby girl I can't promise you the moon but I can promise to kiss you under the lights of a thousand star" he whispered his breath fanning her face. He cupped her cheeks in his hand leaning in to capture her lips in his. They kiss each other passionately under the stars forgetting about everybody, about the people watching them and about the whole universe. This is so not your expected story. It's a long journey with drama, romance, love and fun. A Hausa love story with lots of unexpected turns along the way. Follow me on a love journey of Faisal and Ammah cause it's gonna be one heck of a ride. Cover by: hijabifeminist All rights reserved Completed.

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

"I love you, Bils. I've always loved you," Mukhtar said, his voice low, desperate. "I'm sorry for running away sorry for how things ended between us. Please... just give me a chance to prove myself." He looked at her like she was his last prayer. Bilkisu bit her lip, torn between the ache of remembering and the need to protect what was left of her pride. "Mukhtar?" she said softly, then her eyes hardened. "No." He was her almost. Her what-if. Her once-upon-a-time. And then he disappeared twice. Mukhtar has always known where his loyalty lies: with his family, his culture. But when it comes to Bilkisu his cousin and first love the lines between honor and desire blur. A year ago, they shared something quiet but real until he ghosted her without explanation. Twice. Now, with another man's proposal on the table and pressure mounting, Bilkisu must decide: will she marry for duty, or risk everything for a love that's never been allowed to breathe? But Mukhtar isn't the same man who walked away. And Bilkisu isn't the girl who waited. Set against the backdrop of tradition, expectations, and the sacrifices made in silence, Bound by Honor explores whether love can still bloom in the soil of restraint and what happens when two hearts, bound by everything but time, finally speak.

She was a nobody. Born into poverty, raised in hardship, and forgotten by the world. Her mother died when she was just a child, leaving her in the cruel hands of a stepmother who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Beaten down, mistreated, and silenced by pain, she endured every cruelty with quiet strength. Calm. Religious. Kind. Even in her suffering, she refused to complain. She refused to break. She never cared that she was poor, because she had already accepted her fate. Or so she thought... Her father was nothing more than a drunkard, a man who drowned every ounce of responsibility at the bottom of a bottle. To him, she wasn't a daughter, she was nothing. No love, no protection, no care. All he ever wanted from her was money, and he didn't care how she got it, as long as she brought it home. Until one night, fate collided with her life in the most brutal way, an accident that should have ended everything, but instead began a story she never imagined. A marriage. To a stranger. He had never seen her face, hidden always behind the veil of her niqab. Every glance, every movement was a mystery. He was someone she had never seen before, someone who lived in a world far beyond her reach. Bound to him by law, trapped by circumstances, she suddenly found herself standing at the edge of a life she neither asked for nor desired. But when two broken souls are forced under the same roof, secrets unravel, hearts clash, and a dangerous question rises, Can love grow in a marriage built on nothing but fate's cruel accident? He was her mistake ......but maybe her destiny🤍

"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in Surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him. He smirked and said, "Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall. "You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. "Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. "Why what?" She cried "Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall. "Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. "If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go" With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, "If I can't have you, then no one will" He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed! *completed but currently under editing*

Book 2 of "𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑" series She was never meant to fall for him. Too young. Too close. Too forbidden. But Pia Roy has always been a little reckless with her heart... and Karthik Arora? He's the kind of man who doesn't just break rules- he owns them. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞..." "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨." One look. One touch. One moment too close... And suddenly, everything becomes dangerous. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥..." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬. "𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐏𝐢𝐚... 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." His silence hides obsession. Her innocence hides fire. He tries to stay away- She doesn't know how to let go. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮..." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫." And when desire starts whispering louder than logic... It's no longer just love. It's possession. It's chaos. It's a dirty little secret they can't escape. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞... ...but impossible to resist. 𝑷𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒌

Book 1 of "𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑"series He pinned me between his arms, his intense gaze making my heart race. "I'm serious. I saw you. Now, are you going to tell me, or should I make you?" "I-It was a book!" I admitted quickly. "And?" he pressed, leaning closer. "It was a romance book..." I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. "And what exactly made you blush so hard, sweetheart?" he asked, his smirk growing. "The... kissed part," I mumbled, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. He let out a low chuckle. "Next time, when I ask you, tell me everything in detail, alright, sweetie?" You nodded, and his lips curled into a smirk. "So I can recreate it with you... make it even more enjoyable, bug," he murmured against your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, making warmth pool between your legs. "Why does he have to sound so hot?" I mentally screamed. ***** 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔,𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕? 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆. Started on: 01.01.25 Ended on: 29. 08.25 "Ab itna read kiya toh please aage bhi read kar lo na, please?" (with puppy eyes) STORY RANKING: #1 Indianauthor #1 Indianwrites #1 lovestory #2 age ape #1 best friend brother #4 best friend brother

[Under slow editing] #Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine, and you-" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "-you dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obses