Labarin tsantsar soyayya me cike da sarkakiya ce ta kullu a tsakanin su. Ummulkhair ta zamo Allura cikin ruwa wanda me rabo ne ze dauka. Shin wa zata zaba a cikin su? Boyayyen masoyi Abdulkareem wanda yayi dakon soyayyar ta na tsahon lokaci ko kuma mahaukacin masoyi umar da yake son yi mata fin karfi?

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. October 10th. She once believed it was the finest day of the year. How innocent she was. Now, burdened by countless harrowing memories, she longs to rewrite them. That day continued to haunt her for many years. No, forgiveness is not an option. She vows to avenge her child's murder, rising in power to dismantle the aristocratic family guarding dark secrets within their pristine mansion walls. No longer naive or ignorant, this woman breathes vengeance. Her eyes conceal a thirst for retribution and bloodshed. She's set on dethroning those modern pharaohs. The flicker of life dims in the presence of her pain and sorrow. Eyes filled with anguish, shrouded in raw pain from her trials and tribulations, she's now ready to fight for the one thing everyone warned her against-justice against the government itself.

"Kai nawane ni kadai kamar yadda Islam take tawa nikadai, bazan iya raba Islam dakai ba Himu....na gwammaci nida ita duk my rasaka" _Farida Mashi. Ku biyoni dan na warware muku kullin zare mai cike da sarqaqiya,rudani da abun mamaki. Labarin soyayya da zai zamto kankara a zuciyoyinku.

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_

The first time they met, Ayman Hakeem Bellow knew there was more to the woman named Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz but there were boundaries he knew better than to cross. While he knew they would see each other more often with his cousin courting her best friend, the last thing Ayman expected was for them to meet under different conditions; as employer and employee in a brand he's built from scratch with his cousin, Aneesa. Following her divorce from Ibrahim Fahad, all Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz wants is to find herself and get her life back on track for her sake and for the sake of those she loves just so they no longer have a reason to worriedly fuss over her. The last thing she expects is for her boss to turn out to be Ayman Hakeem Bello; the same man who'd left an impression when she visited the UK, and the very cousin of the man her best friend is courting. Their friendship is a natural occurrence with how interwoven their lives become and they tell themselves that's all it'll ever be. After all, they've both taken shots at love and they both ended up with broken hearts. However, love sometimes blooms when and where you least expect it to, and Ayman and Ayra are about to learn that sometimes, falling in love again is better done late than never...

In a village where girl child education is considered unrighteous, lived a 12year old Khairee whose dream is to become a professional journalist. Being fortunate enough to undergo the initial stage, Khairee took the courage to request her parent to allow her to further her studies. What do you think their answer will be? This is a story about struggle, dedication, persistence and a touch of romance. Join me in this ride to see how Khairee chases her dream.

The "Meet Cute" moment they had was supposed to stay at that only. But two weeks later she was being adorned as his bride and delivered to his house. Arabi was not a spiteful person but due to valid reasons, Alhaji Kabir brings out that part of him. He wondered why fate had him meet Alhaji Kabir's adorable and compassionate daughter and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why marrying her was the easiest decision he has ever made in his life. Imaan couldn't believe her luck. Her last hope of happiness was her boyfriend and life just proved to her that she had seen him for the last time when she met with him three weeks ago. From now on, the only name she'll get used to is Arabi. Just the way her father had repeatedly told her not to do anything to provoke Arabi otherwise he'll disown her.

" You.... You did nothing. Just know that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. We may be miles apart but know that I've got you. For as long as I'm alive, you've got that person that would fight anything that will harm you. I wish you a happy married life. God!!! This sounds like a farewell message. I guess it's one." She had started sobbing. This was a man she genuinely love. That love that makes you comfortable with being just around them. The kind of people you love selflessly and wholeheartedly.

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.