Aasim Mukhtar Galadima And And Hafsa Abubakar Bulama; Two Strangers whom fathers are best friend. When they get married by knowing only each others names, things starts off on a rough path with Hafsa's gentle nature colliding with Aasim's arrogance but with time, he realizes his arrogance towards her was only to blind the fact that he is in love with her. Will Hafsa reciprocate his love despite all the hardships she faced because of him?

Aneesa Ibrahim is an over confident girl who is ambitious, after graduating from studying psychology she thought her dream was going to finally come true by opening her own medical establishment, when her dad decides to marry her off crashing her dream. Abdulrazaq Sambo is a guy who's had little to no emotions at all, he didn't feel love, grief, happiness or sadness in other words he's a PSYCHOPATH.. So what happens when this two cross each other's path? Read to find out......

Each and every step of her makes me dizzy in the ocean of love. When she smile, it takes me away from all anguish of life. And anytime she talked to me, it makes feel like the greatest Romeo ever, I love her so much!!!!

This is a book about the easy-going Fatima and the cold-hearted Bashir, amid all the hate they fall in love and start afresh. but his past starts catching up to him. will he stay with his new love? or the one he almost died for? or will he try to make things right? ........ Read to find out what happens. WINNER OF BBA AWARD #ROMANCE

[#4 on Spiritual🔥🔥 On 24 September 2018] "Why is everybody avoiding me because of my voice? Was I the one that created myself? No. I was ridiculed, humiliated, harassed, all because of my voice. Why could'nt everyone understand how it hurts? Not even my mother. Why? I know you were asking my name because you want to hear the vulgar man like voice of a very beautiful lady. You want to laugh at me too. Well__My name is Hayfah Talhah Muhammad. Leave, go and laugh to your fill. But know__ I was created like this! And I believe it's a blessing in disguise. Why could'nt everyone understand? Why?" She wiped away her tears with her hijab, which were not stopping anytime from now. She left him confused, what is she going through? Is everyone making fun of her? But why? Nothing is wrong with her voice. He love her voice!. _____ The story of a very beautiful young lady, with her husky man's like voice. Will she be accepted? Will she ever find her true love? Just tail behind, as I tell you the story of Hayfah Talhah Muhammad.

He grew up in Nigeria She grew up in Saudi Arabia She's an open book He has a closed heart She hates complicated things He doesn't even know what is complicated and what's not. She's a chatterbox and she's fascinated by the fact that he doesn't get mouth odour from his extreme silence. Or is she just too noisy to know that he actually talks too. She accepts reality easily He get confused & depressed then locks his soul just because its hard to accept reality. He lost his loved ones She lost her world But she recovered while he's still finding it hard to recover. They have one thing in common though. They are both doctors. Is he ever going to accept qadr? Will he open up his heart? Will he accept a new love?

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

ONCE A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY "It's time" The simple sentence could be interpreted in different ways. Time? The favorable and appropriate time to do something. To do what? Was the thing she was most scared of. No matter how hard she tried to form ignorance, she knew what that particular daunting sentence meant. Time to get married, not just any type of marriage, an arranged marriage. Every family has a tradition and the Garko family did too. Although traditions are different, theirs too was, a tad bit orthodox even. It was an arranged marriage and she was next.

He looked at me with so much adoration in his eyes that made my stomach do double flips and my heart just melted. "I will shield you from all the harm in this world. I will make sure everyone accepts the shade of your skin and your brunette hair. You will never ever feel like you don't belong here anymore. You deserve to be happy like every princess. And you will forever be happy. I promise you this. " The tears were swimming at the brim of my eyes gently cascaded down my face just as he finished his sentence. I trusted him. I knew he meant it. And for the first time in my life,I was glad I was married to this man.

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.