This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

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?

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Maryam Nazeef Danbatta is the crown jewel of the Danbatta legacy. Surrounded by five overprotective brothers and a father whose name commands the very soil of Kano, her life is a beautiful, velvet-lined cage. At twenty, her world is defined by lecture halls, family traditions at her grandmother's estate, and the silent understanding that she is "too delicate" for the world outside. She is safe. She is loved. She is invisible to danger. Then there is Khalil. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly powerful, Khalil is the son of a political dynasty and the only man the Danbatta lions truly respect. He has been a fixture in Maryam's life for years...a silent, arrogant shadow who barely acknowledges her existence. To Maryam, he is the "Ice King," a man too high on his own pedestal to notice a girl like her. But behind Khalil's chilling indifference lies a calculation years in the making. He hasn't been ignoring her; he's been waiting. Waiting for her to grow up. Waiting for the right move. Waiting to dismantle the very walls her brothers built to keep him out. In a world where reputation is everything and family is law, can a quiet obsession turn into a "halal" happily ever after? Or will the secrets Khalil carries burn down the fortress Maryam calls home?

LOVE FROM AFAR

Afeeyah was never supposed to be his wife, She was his sister. The little girl who used to steal his hoodies, hide behind his legs, and fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. Afdal loved her - always. But not this way. He loved her in every unseen, unspoken, unreturnable way a boy could love the girl raised beside him. Then life twisted. Destiny flipped the script. And suddenly, the girl who once called him brother... became the woman tied to him by marriage. But love doesn't follow logic. And hearts don't obey timelines. Now Afeeyah must learn to live with a man she still sees through the lens of childhood... While Afdal fights to unbury a love he buried long ago. This isn't a fairy tale. This is faith, family, and a marriage born from chaos. This isn't the marriage she wanted. But maybe... it's the love she needed. Not My Choice, Still My Nikkah - where hearts collide, lines blur, and the real question isn't why... but what now? --- > © Khulsum Saleem. All Rights Reserved. Wattpad Edition | 2025

It took a wrong turn to align their paths. They met at a time when both were lost souls, navigating through loss and the storms of life. At first, it was silence and long stares. Then the sceptical meetings blossomed into an orbit of comfort that uncovered the similarities of their souls in the bleak room of a psychiatric hospital. What began as hush tunes in their hearts boomed into a fierce crescendo. Noorie was a woman of fire, spontaneous and outgoing which rivalled Amir's quiet, organised and shy nature. Yet, their differences were a factor in the whole circumstances that bonded theirs hearts, souls and lives. They decided to take the leap into a life together. Marriage. It took her away from home, across the continent to the city of London where a new life awaits her. Her optimism was great. She was ready to learn the new way of life and fit in. But her new family found ways to tell her she was not fair enough to be part of them nor would they give her a chance to fit in. Little did she know that should be the least of her problems. There were a lot the man, her husband, with honey-wheat eyes that captivates her, whose sincerity melts her heart, and attitude races it had hidden from her. So much that brought fears, insecurities and secrets neither her nor her husband were ready for.

Join me as I tell you the story of the timid and naive Safaa.. And how her moderate life took a turn within a blink of an eye...

Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He is the only son of the king Heir to the throne The most selfish and arrogant man you'll ever come across When he speaks everyone listens....... Then there she is, An innocent orphan Forced to be a maid in the palace But that is not her deepest story.............. A story of two different people who hated each other at first sight but only one has the right to show physical hatred towards the other, But what happens when one starts developing feelings for the other? Could it be one sided? Or will they go head over heels for each other? * * "What is your name" he asked sounding so angry "Jadwa" I answered trembling because his voice sounded like tunder to my ears "Open your mouth and reply me with words when i speak to you and how dare you stand when i am standing" he shouted sounding louder then before walking closer to me * * * Just a sneak peak of what to expect HE IS ROYALTY AND SHE IS JUST A PALACE MAID BUT WAS SHE REALLY MEANT TO BE JUST A PALACE MAID? Follow me through the journey of JADWA and SULTAN............. This is a Hausa/English novel, so there will be a-lot of hausa and English mixtures 😁😁😁😁😁 Happy reading