Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

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Yasmin and Zaid have always been inseparable, loud, loyal, and effortlessly in sync. The kind of friendship people envy. The kind built on years of inside jokes, late-night bickering, and unspoken understanding. There were never lines to cross. Until one choice changed everything. Now, nothing feels quite the same... and neither of them knows why. Started- 11th of May, 2025 Ended- 9th of August, 2025

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You see a rainbow at the end of a storm. You see a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Wura mi My Gold Melissa Adeoye is a shy but outspoken lady ,she is from a broken home but still tries to believe that true love will surely win the day . After her heartbreak ,she vowed never to give her heart that easily . But how things are easier said than done. What happens when she starts to jam long time crush ,William Martins ? Williams Martins is a Nigerian-British ,girls practically worship the ground he walks on . He's very reserved and snobby . How is William going to show Melissa that there is always a pot at the end of the rainbow ?

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