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_

"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

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

In "Hayaa in His Eyes," Sheikh Yusuf stands as a pillar of wealth and wisdom, a prince respected for his teachings and business acumen. His life takes an unexpected turn when he falls for Manar, a spirited woman who embodies everything he's not supposed to desire. Their worlds clash, leading to a marriage that feels more like a transaction than a union. Manar is far from enamored with her new husband. She resists his charms and the expectations that come with being married to a man of his stature. Yet, Yusuf is determined. He pours his heart into winning her affection, navigating the delicate balance of faith and love. As he opens up to her about his beliefs, he hopes to bridge the gap between them. Will Manar find a way to see beyond her initial disdain? Can love blossom in the unlikeliest of circumstances? This tale explores the complexities of love, faith, and the transformative power of understanding.

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,

Maymuna Lali Haroun comes from the under civilised town of Karri-a settlement up the northern part of the country. With a poor background and an even poorer upbringing, she was like an untamed storm that tore through the streets of her hometown, her uncouth attitude a wild combination of defiance and sheer ignorance. Ayyub Muhammad Latti, a civil engineer working to make ends meet had the displeasure of encountering the biggest threat to his existence-Lali. After rescuing her from the wicked claws of harm, she turned against him and accused him of taking advantage of her. Her parents, who swore he took away her innocence demanded a compensation that had him thrown into a compromising position, changing his life. With no one on his side who believed he was innocent, Ayyub became wedged between death and fulfilling the wish of the very people who went out of their way to tarnish his reputation.

⚠️ Authoress Note: This story is a fictional medical romance. It does not strictly follow real-life medical training timelines or rotations. Some events (such as housemanship placements and progression) are adapted for storytelling purposes.

In the world of high-stakes gold and ancient legacies, Ali Muhammad Maigari was a "Titan" born to rule, a man of Saharan serenity whose very existence was a shield for the empire he commanded. But his strength had a silent, structural flaw-an obsession with a past he tried to bury and a future he feared he couldn't protect. Zara Sadauki didn't choose to be the "fragile solace" in a billionaire's contract. She didn't choose a heart that fluttered with medical risk, nor did she choose to be the "axis" upon which Ali's complex world revolved. Yet, she became the only light capable of piercing his shadows. When that axis was removed, Ali's world was thrown into a literal, physical chaos-a descent into a darkness that even his gold couldn't illuminate. Being the heir to the Maigari name wasn't Ali's choice, nor was carrying the burden of secrets that nearly cost him his soul. Why was Zara forced to bear the brunt of the grudges held by his brother? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick in a war of blood and betrayal? From the moment she stepped into his gilded cage, Zara knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to remain a "clinical project." She harbors the same fierce determination to survive that Ali uses to conquer. However, there is a saying: "The more fragile the heart, the stronger the love that anchors it." Love_Scientist😘♥️ (Sumy_US)

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

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?