Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

Yasmin never for once imagined her life would turn out this way. One moment, she was just another girl trying to navigate the expectations of a world that never seemed to ask what she wanted, and the next, she was hearing the words that sealed her fate, words she hadn't even been present to hear. The knot had been tied. Just like that. And best of all? She barely even knew the man she was now bound to. But how do you know if someone's intentions are real? How do you trust a life you didn't get to choose? And more important than that, how do you talk yourself into accepting a future that feels nothing like the one you dreamed of? Amir Abdallah is everything Yasmin Noor isn't. Confident. Persistent. The kind of man who doesn't just say things to impress but follows through with every word. The problem? He wants more than just a marriage in name. He wants her. All of her. But Yasmin Noor doesn't know if she even has that to give.

From loses to facing her worse fears, a self resenting imposter struggles through what she thought was her ultimate destruction. To make it out, every solution has dire consequences that might just break her. But Amani must choose her poison.

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"Sarauniya!" I said almost loudly but not enough for my friend Bilal to hear, "who is she?" "Aaliyah. She's the late Alhaji Mujib's daughter. " Bilal said seeming uninterested with the topic. "Ina gidan su?" I asked, sounding a bit like a crazy stalker. "Ka kamu da ciwon so ko?" He asked as a smile spreads across his face, "They live in Asokoro district. Remember Aunty Shamsiyya? The place isn't far from your habibty's home too." "Ok, thank you. Allah ya maka albarka." "Let me know when to be expecting an invitation card." Hamza said while trying to stifle his laughter but fails woefully and I smack him on his arm as payback, joining him to laugh too. I wanted to follow her and speak to her but I heard the music start, signaling the commencement of Bilal's cousin Nadiya and her groom; Saleem's overpriced dinner party for both families. #WattysNG2020 **** This is Aaliyah's story from grass to grace as she faces obstacles created by her aunt who has done nothing but torture her since her parents death. She has managed to take the little wealth her father had left in this world and has squandered it on herself and her only daughter, Nadiya. Aaliyah's only way out is when Aunty Raliya tries to sell her off to a man who's twice her father's age but she's swept off her feet by another who's done nothing but try to make her happy. Read to know how she struggles to dodge every rock thrown her way and how she manages to reach the top victorious. Follow my Instagram: @Ayeeshatoooo Subscribe to my channel: Ayeeshatoooo

Jannah Uthman, a determined twenty-one-year-old, is on a relentless quest for justice for her deceased sister, a mission fueled by grief and the desire for retribution. As she delves deeper into the investigation, she crosses paths with Abdullah Abubakar Daggash, a brilliant state prosecutor known for his sharp intellect and unwavering commitment to the law. Abdullah, often referred to as "Sheikh," is drawn to Jannah's passion and resilience, and he becomes her unexpected ally in the fight for justice. However, as their professional relationship deepens, Jannah finds herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. The lines between vengeance and love blur, forcing her to confront her own motivations and desires. As they navigate a web of legal battles and personal turmoil, Jannah must decide whether to embrace the healing power of love or to succumb to her thirst for vengeance. With the stakes higher than ever, will she find the strength to let go of the past and choose a future with Abdullah, or will her pursuit of justice consume her entirely? CROSSROADS OF THE HEART

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

Mahir Adam Dan-Musa, a true definition of egotistical, domineering and self-centered human being. He got the looks, the wealth and thinks no woman can match up to him until he met her. Bushra Mansur, an epitome of hot headed, independent and confident selfless woman who doesn't like being controlled. He likes being bossy. She hates being bossed around. They met over a misunderstanding which leads to a heated argument. Mahir has all the love and support from his family. Same goes for Bushra. But then, each of them have one thing missing in their lives. A life partner. It wasn't part of the plan. They so much hate each other to think of spending the rest of their lives together. However, to save themselves from marrying the wrong person, they agreed and signed a one year marriage contract. Their bickering didn't get any better even after the marriage. Nevertheless, love swept you off your feet at the most unexpected way. Love blooms in the heart of the two partners. Will that be the beginning of a new journey of the two lovers in Prague? When on the other hand, a huge storm awaits them with the one year contract coming to an end.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." She raised her eyebrows. "I love fish, I catch cold very easily, I dislike pets and I like you." She stopped eating and looked at him wide-eyed. "What?" She started coughing. "Sorry." He passed her a tumbler of water and she gulped it down swiftly, her hands shaking as she dropped the cup on the table and looked up at him completely out of words. He smiled and sat back on his chair. "Yes Maryam, I have loved you for a long time, but I didn't realize it until now, and holding it is not something I can do anymore." "I...I...ya Muhammad..." she started but he cut her off, "you don't have to answer right now, just think about it. I don't want to force anything on you, I'll accept whatever decision you make." He smiled and went back to eating. She sat there awkwardly and couldn't even eat. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. She is Maryam Abubakar He is Muhammad Abduljabbar And this is their story😉❤️

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||