Raya Ahmad was born with a silver spoon in her mouth into a loving,tight knit family, She was the apple of her Father's eyes and the joy of all around her. Until one fateful day when her whole world came crumbling down her feet,her mum had eloped with her father's chauffeur Leaving her alone,with her father to fend for themselves. At the ripe age for marriage and with tons of eligible bachelors at her beck and call,yet she refuses to accept any of them for reasons unknown to anyone but her and her father. But.. Would she meet him? The one? Who would be able to penetrate her cold heart and bring down her guard? You wouldn't know until your find out for yourselves.

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

Stay in your limits. Don't think that I don't know anything. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and with my sister. Be there where you are." He said and I held the wall to stop myself from falling. "One more thing,never again do it. Never touch my things again."He said and a tear escaped from my eyes to roll down on my cheek He went out of the room,leaving me all alone,with so much hurt. He shut the door so hardly that I jumped on my place. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I sat down on the floor. I was remembering each and every word he said today. All in these days, I had a hope that one he'll be mine but today he just broke everything. Stay in your limits. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and my sister. Be there where you are. His words were ringing in my ear,telling me who I'm to him. He thought I was behind all this. He thought that I was with my mother,compelling him to marry me. But he was wrong. I wanted to tell him. Words seems to lost for me. He said never touch his things."His things?" We are separate ?? I thought, I am his wife and he know that I have the right on his everything but today he just told me my limits. ★~~★~~★~~★~~★~~★ Be with Jahan and Zeeniya to witness their journey of making the other fall.

When nothingness becomes something else, how do we cope? Join a quiet girl and an oblivious gentleman as they find themselves inch closer and closer to their forever after. I hope you enjoy this bizarre version of a Hausa lovestory. #fingers crossed. #toes crossed.

"Afifa slow down" Leila told me as I was walking fast. but I gave her deaf ears as I increased my pace. I heard my phone rang, as I reached into my bag to look for it. I bumped into someone and we both fell on the floor. "Ouch!" I heard a feminine voice said. "I'm so sorry" I said as I started to pack my shopping bags and the rest of my stuffs that fell on the floor. I kept my stuffs aside as I helped her with hers. I packed all the clothes that she was holding before which are now splattered all over the floor. "I'm so sorry miss" I said to her again "No problem" she said. "Mistakes do happen don't they" she said freely and I smiled. There was something about this girl's voice but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Her face was half covered with a dark peach viel which went well with the black abaya that has an amazing weave on it. She removed the viel and pinned it roughly and then raised her head and extended hand "Hi my name is Afina, nice to meet you" she said as I bent down my head to look at my phone. "Hi. Mine is Afifa, nice to......" I stopped in my tracks as I took hold of the view in front of me Lo and behold!...I never expected I would see anything like this in my whole entire life. I was amazed, shocked and utterly confused. I was looking at her wide eyes and so was she. We were looking at each other as if we were both aliens from different planet who are meeting eachother for the first time. "Who are you?" We both asked simultaneously.

A story of heartbreak, betrayal and bounce backs.

Hausa novel