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MARRIED TO A STRANGER  by Phateemah_taheer
Phateemah_taheer
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22nd February 2017 [ COMPLETED] [NOT FULL EDITED] Married to a stranger is the story of Hubby.A University under graduate who fell for the wrong guy and having to deal with her following her heart,or obeying her parents' wish.q
Mine forever (EDITING) by tweety_001
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Amal; twenty one year old daughter of rich oil tycoon Dr Aliyu Maigari. She is smart, witty, strong willed and loved by all but has had the worst luck in men. Abubakar Shattima; a thirty year old son of Rt. general Mohammad Kashim. Everyone knows him as a serious, workaholic and tough person, Not easily intrigued by things and used to getting what ever he wants whenever he wants it. They are forced into an arranged marriage because of their fathers friendship. What happens when two hard headed people are united in marriage against their wills? Will they put aside their pride and let faith take its toll? ....
Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] by _najeeb_i
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The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.