⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

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,

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

Khadijama Is half Shuwa Arab,a Gentle and simple lady in her mid twenties,follow us as we peak through the life of Khadijatu that is bound to change and find the love of her life....... He loves her but don't want to lower his status for a cousin not knowing she was bethroded to him since birth but they both are unaware..... Will their parents dreams come true? Who will bring Everlasting happiness in Khadijatus world..... This book is a work of Fiction,and all characters in this book are fictitious and for entertainment only ......Lessen your infer

A Sequel to Unraveling Fatimah. The beginning of a new life filled with love and happiness.

One Number Dialed wrong. Could it have been a coincidence? Nah, i would preferably stick to fate. Amirah Adamu Bawa, the well known daughter of His excellency Alhaji Adamu Bawa, the well respected Governor of Bauchi State and Hajiya Nafisah Hamza, a daughter to the Emir of Katagum, Bauchi state finds herself interacting with a stranger over the phone. One thing leads to another and a scandal gets formed. 0o0 "You don't know. You can't predict the future" "Let's not beat around the bush and deceive ourselves but I don't see you in my future" I laughed incredulously, tears were threatening to escape now, making my eyes sting but I was never a weakling and I won't start being one over his hurtful words. Not now, not ever. "You better start seeing me in it because there's no where I'm going. We'll live together, share a room, share a bathroom, inhale in each other's scents, share our stories, you'll be someone's Father and I, Amirah Bawa will be their mother. I'll be in every sentence, in every line of your life's story one way or the other" "You're dreaming" He spat "hopelessly" he added with a mock smile. "No" I shook my head again "You're the one who's dreaming because look around you, we just finished taking the pictures that will inform the world of our impending nuptials" "Impending doom more like" He cut through my words with a sarcastic remark. "I learn to embrace what life throws at me" I taunted. His eyes clasped tightly with mine, he was so mad that his fury reflected in his gaze. They were so dark I thought I was going to pee on my self. "You can't embrace the misery I'll bring with me" With each step Kamal took I felt myself pressing, sinking further into the door. 0o0

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

JADWA

love is a beautiful thing regardless of age races ,sex, ego ,money and prestige. Love conquers all Love makes u forget who u are, I love him not for who he is but I love him for being himself... Do u know he is handsome despite the fact that he is older, I love his charisma, the way he talks, he dresses the way a typical Hausa man is supposed to dress, he walks calmly just like the way kings walk, he is exceptional....... But I don't know how to approach him I don't know what to tell him I am a lil bit scared of him .... never knew I could love someone to the extent I love you. I can stare into those eyes of yours until eternity. Oh boy, you take my breath away every time l look at you. I don't mind what people think or say about us all I want is u just u ....

when love comes in.........