Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️

He had everything a man could want. Money,Power,Women...just name it. In Abuja's elite circles, his name alone sent whispers across luxury halls and glass towers. Men envied him. Women dreamed of him. He never needed to chase ,the world bent to his will. She wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Not the one dripping in gold or painted in colors that demanded attention Her life was simple. A modest home in a middle-class part of Abuja, mornings filled with the chatter of children at school. Her simplicity was his undoing,And he was ready to burn everything, everyone even her peace just to make her his. Not because of beauty that glittered Not because of words that flattered But because of something rarer...

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There is a thin line between love and hate. A delicate balance, a twist of fate. A tender glance, a fiery gaze. A gentle touch, a heated shove. Yet in the balance we are known to reside, where love and hate collide in our hearts. So as we walk the line and we embrace the fire, with the love that soothes and the hate that tires.. along the line, we realize that something so strong, can only ever be compared to something even stronger. Such is the case for Khayrah Ammal and Muhammad Adnaan. Where in the pursuit of disdain, lines get crossed and what we thought was so clearly hate, turns out to be something softer, something with a promise. Though, with all love stories, there can never be a promise of a happily ever after. Something so close might sometimes be farther than we think.

When Fardous agrees to an arranged marriage with Amir, her sister's former fiancé , she doesn't expect peace, let alone affection. What begins as a quiet act of duty quickly turns into an uneasy coexistence between two strangers bound by circumstance, pride, and unspoken pain. He's composed, reserved, and unreadable. She's gentle, stubborn, and still finding her footing in a marriage that was never meant for her. Between the silences, fleeting glances, and accidental touches, something fragile begins to form something neither of them planned for nor fully understands. But in a world where expectations are heavy and emotions are dangerous, love isn't a fairytale it's a slow unraveling. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't learning to love someone new, it's allowing yourself to be loved at all. "He said he'd respect her boundaries. She didn't realize how much that promise would cost them both." I guess you'd just have to read and see. THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.

Amali's life has never been gentle. A stepbrother who calls obsession "love." A stepsister who bullies her for existing. A mother who expects perfection, no matter the cost. Then, one week before her stepsister's wedding to Muhammad Zayn... she disappears. To protect her family's image, Amali is forced to step into a marriage built on conditions, silence, and a promise of divorce the moment her stepsister returns. But Zayn is cold. Controlled. unreadable. And the closer Amali gets to him, the more the truth twists around her. Who is Muhammad Zayn behind that icy mask? Why does he watch her like he knows more than he says? And what will happen when the secrets they're both hiding finally explode?

Jilted(Fauziya's struggle)

Ramla Abubakar hussain had always been taught to love, freely completely and irrevocably, without bounds. When Muhammad came into her life she did what she knew best, she loved him. Completely, utterly and foolishly. ***** Love wasn't something Muhammad kabir Wuro craved or needed in his life, what he needed was vengeance. But when what began as a plan for revenge slowly turned into an obsession he couldn't control he spiraled. He told himself she was just a means to an end, but every glance, every word, every touch pulled him deeper into the very thing he swore he'd destroy. To him? Only death will do them apart. Started 20/05/2025 Ended 22/01/2026

Kyla never believed silence could feel this loud- until she found herself standing face-to-face with the man who ruined her. Ken. His eyes held rage, guilt, and something far more dangerous-regret. "Kyla," he breathed, stepping closer. She stepped back. "Don't. You already destroyed everything." But he didn't stop. He never stopped. "I'm trying to fix it," he said, voice low, trembling. "For once... let me." Her heart wanted to run. Her body refused to move. And he was close-too close. "Kyla," he whispered again. "If love and hate brought us here... then fate isn't done with us." She hated how her breath hitched. She hated how he noticed. And he did notice-because his voice softened dangerously. "I'm not letting you break alone anymore." Her heart betrayed her first. Her eyes betrayed her next. But her voice... her voice stayed strong. "You don't get to choose for me anymore," she whispered. He gave a faint, painful smile. "Then choose me... or destroy me. I'll take either." When love is poisoned by betrayal, the heart becomes its own battlefield. Kyla thought marriage would save her... Instead, it dragged her into a world where secrets cut deeper than wounds. And when Ken discovers the woman he's been breaking... is the same sister he once swore to protect- everything explodes. Will Kyla survive the truth? Or will love destroy them both?

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."