Iqra Mumin is in her last year of university. After her mom's tragic accident a couple of years ago, her mum has become weak and tired. Iqra helped her mom so much and now the most hottest guy with the best personality ever has proposed to her. She can't seem to grip her mind on things, though, being the curious girl she is. Is this a present? Is she getting related for the help she's done? Is it worth it to accept the present? And will this present be good enough to spend the rest of her life with?

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

Qulsum Abi is going through a lot. Her step mother only favors Qulsum's step sisters and brother Worst part is they become great actors in front of her father. Married off to a Rich, controlling, disrespectful,careless and Possessive Man.She can't stand his presence and he can't stand hers. Until their stories slowly start to unfold. Most people say mother in laws are tough to be around but for her She sees her mother in law as her very own mother. Who welcomes her, cherish's her and cares for her. But Qulsum can see beyond that happiness she sees emptiness in her eyes and decides to take action to her mother's sadness. Bring a family together again. Maybe just maybe she can get her jerk of a husband to take counselling.

The lives of Maryam, Yusuf, Zainab and Abdallah. How are they connected? Read to find out! * #1 in Arewa #1 in Muslim #1 in Maryam #1 in Zainab #1 in Yusuf #1 Abdallah #3 in Nigerian The first few chapters of this story are a little bit cringy and I must admit, poorly written so read at your own risk! But as you go on, I promise my writing gets better so come along and join me on this journey!

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. [#2 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] Mehr; Moon... Mehr, a teenage girl with so many wild dreams. The goody two shoes but also egoistical person yet the best person you can ever come across. She has her life all planned over a box of pizza, a soda and her best friend while on movie marathon, but never thought that everything will get ruined just one night; her brothers' dinner party. Everything changed, but is it for the better or worst? Find out the rest in Mehr. She is among those people that always look forward to seeing their dreams come true. She didn't give up or, her husband didn't let her give up when those dreams started going downhill. She never thought she would get married so early leaving her dreams behind. It was such a long ride... Taken Down but can be found through this link (in my bio) in a website called SofaNovel, hope you'll follow it there and comment also. Thank you... No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

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 love speaks, when love yearns for attention, when it crushes and intends to erupt out of the beholder's heart; Nothing could stop it, it looks onto nothing. Status seems just a name to it, age seems just a number. It knows no bound, it knows no difference. She was just a poor lady, from a wrecked background. He was a pompous guy, from an affluent background. She needed money for her WAEC examination. He needed a maid, to take care of his house. He hired her. She started working in his house. Destiny unleashed a predicament between them. It bounds them hitched. ____ What would it be? What has destiny unleashed upon their lives? It would be a love, heartbreak, and romantic roller coster ride. #Ayshatou.

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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