Meet Khadijah an introvert and a very patient lady who got married at the age of 20 to her childhood heartthrob Ahmad who turned out to be the opposite of what everyone knows . Meet kabeer a 34years old divorcee with an adorable kid Afreen who loves Khadijah to bits. It's a story of two beautiful souls whose love is burnt to ashes by those whom they love and trusted with their lives .

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

I suddenly froze not knowing what to do I just stood there watched him unable to talk or move or do anything. I looked at his blazing eyes turn darker and darker with anger and all of a sudden fear took over me I started shaking thinking of what will come after and then he sneered and his nose was flaring, at that point I was just waiting for him to smack me , it's all my fault I shouldn't have said those things to him I should have let it slide but I just had to open my stupid mouth and now he is going to kill me but then all of a sudden after what felt like eons he let go of the tight grip he had on my wrist and the anger in his eyes turned to contempt and then to that same uninterested look he wears all the time and then he turned and just walked away leaving me staring at his back like a dimwitd oaf " what the hell just happens" I heard the question being asked.

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Marilla's life revolves around two things, food(her obsession) and working to remove her family from poverty. She's on a scholarship to the RedDishChronicles chef school in Lagos, close to her Ibeju Lekki, impoverished neighborhood. She has one goal and that's to depend on no one. With a haunting past she hopes to leave behind, she walks head high in hope of achieving her independence. Everything is turned around and her perfectly planned life is threatened to a ruin in the face of her best friend Lola's betrayal that comes at the worst time. Will she fight back or let go? Cover by @adukeish (over time, covers will be. subject to change).

"Please, leave me! Chhodo mujhe! What have I done? Leave me!" she begged, but he didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he tightened his grip. "Who are you? What do you want? Leave me, please! I need to go-he's waiting for me," she cried, her voice trembling. His anger flared, and with a sudden, violent motion, he shoved her against the nearby wall, trapping her. "You belong to me. Only me. Do you understand?" he growled, his teeth clenched. He didn't know why it bothered him so much to see her think of another man, especially since he didn't care about her-he was just fulfilling a promise he had never made. "Now, be a good girl and get ready. You wouldn't want to keep the Imam waiting. And if you're not out in the next fifteen minutes, don't blame me for the consequences. Am I clear?" he ordered, his voice cold. She nodded, tears streaming down her face, and with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her crying in the silence. This is a story about Noor-e-Haya, a girl forced to marry a man she doesn't love, a man she believes to be a ruthless murderer. He wants to marry her, but is it to hurt her or something more sinister? To find out, keep reading

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!