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!

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. [#3 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] Janaan Anwaar Othman, the cherished figure in the Othman family, is untouchable, and no one escapes unscathed in her presence. She's not one to confront outsiders, as her affections are reserved for her beloved older cousin-brother, Hamal Habib Malik, who doubles as her anchor during panic attacks and nightmares. To Janaan, no one compares to Hamal. Everything changes when she declares her love for Hamal at the tender age of fourteen, only to be met with a crushing rejection that prompts Hamal to leave the country. Janaan is left shattered. Four years later, they find themselves at the same school, unable to hold back their feelings, and confess their love once more. But when Hamal, once again, abandons her, Janaan's father arranges her marriage to another cousin, Aalam Muhsin Malik, sparking chaos in the Othman and Malik families. No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

"Baby girl I can't promise you the moon but I can promise to kiss you under the lights of a thousand star" he whispered his breath fanning her face. He cupped her cheeks in his hand leaning in to capture her lips in his. They kiss each other passionately under the stars forgetting about everybody, about the people watching them and about the whole universe. This is so not your expected story. It's a long journey with drama, romance, love and fun. A Hausa love story with lots of unexpected turns along the way. Follow me on a love journey of Faisal and Ammah cause it's gonna be one heck of a ride. Cover by: hijabifeminist All rights reserved Completed.

Fated for each other yet are unsure of each other's motives. Nasreen a young lecturer is arranged to get married to Irfan after she was jilted by her epic lover, Habeeb. The start of their marriage was rough as they were still settling their differences. Time passes, and the gap between them fills. Nasreen faces an unfortunate circumstance as her epic lover Habeeb returns to take revenge for betraying their love. Which took a turn in her successful marriage, making her face adversities and adversaries in her marriage. Years later their love and passion are tested when Irfan betrays Nasreen's love, which shakes the foundation of their love. Will their love win in the end again?

#2 feelings November 21 Rumaina is an intelligent village girl who crossed part with the all-famous business tycoon Mr. Amir sheik who is a very rude person who wants nothing but to get back at Ruma for disgracing him in front of the press but will love trump over his undying revenge ....... Follow me on this journey of love and revenge

Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing who she is. She has to pretend to be the person, and at the end of the day her new body dies. The media have a name for these deaths: the Reaper Syndrome. No one believes it's a person jumping from body to body, until Joe. He's a conspiracy theorist, but she can make him listen. He trusts her, and he can also see the mysterious man, Samael, that's following her. Why is this happening to her? Who can she trust? Every day it takes her to end the Reaper Syndrome, another person dies. She doesn't want the last victim to be her. *2021 Wattys Shortlisted*

My twin... Asmau and husna are very identical twins that even their parents can't differentiate them. They are the daughters of general omar faruk, the chief of army staff. Asmau is the total opposite of husna. Husna is a very nice, religious and obedient girl while Asmau is the total opposite of her being the naughty, shameless and disrespectful girl. Surprisingly, Asmau got married first, she got married to a very wealthy and handsome man, "mahbub" Though their only difference is their behavior, mahbub still chose Asmau over husna because he wanted her to be responsible and stop being naughty and he loves her too. As they were happily married, Asmau met with her long lost boyfriend, she loved him to the extent that when he left her she had to spend 1 week on the hospital bed. From the moment her boyfriend came back to her life, everything crushed down and she had to put her twin sister husna into a huge problem. Follow me as I tell you the story of husna and Asmau.....

"The joke is on you now Muhseen." "No please don't do this, you can't just throw away all that we had like this, please don't" I pleaded. "I can't? Seriously?" She lead out a sarcastic chortle "Only Muhseen Salah can huh?" "What do you mean by that?" I managed to utter. "Exactly what am saying" she snapped curtly "It's about time you learn the truth Muhseen, I just tricked you none of the things we had and shared for the past week was real. Come to think of it, why will I change overnight? Why will I love someone who hurt me in the past like you did? Am not a fool Muhseen" She paused glaring at me. "No" I muttered ceaselessly as I shook my head not believing a thing from what she said. "No Cara you're joking, you must be joking." "You can take it as a joke it's what I did too when you broke up with me months ago so continue to believe all I said as a joke." She said cold heartedly not showing even the slightest care. Why is she doing this? I thought we are over all these. "Cara please stop this, stop it please my heart can't take it. You said it yourself that you've forgiven me. I thought we were over all these, why are you bringing it up now?" "Because I wanna break your cold heart like you did to me some time ago Muhseen plus this is the time I planned on telling you so it would make your heart crumple, bruise and hurt just like it is doing already." She paused and took a quick glance at me pathetically "Remember how you icily rubbed it to my face that you don't love me, that is was all a trick? Remember how you threw away everything that we shared? It's payback time Muhseen."

An English Hausa novel. Aisha, a girl with dreams and ambition. She wants to further her education and become an independent woman. But what will she do when her father wants her to get married. She prays He swears The masjid is her best place The bar is his best place This is also a story between two different people. Will they accept each other. Find out in this story. No rude comment and English is not my first language. And not edited guy's so read at your own risk. Formally known as Aisha (indo)

I was in a dark place with no one to hear my cries, I screamed but the sound just echoed into a far distance The pain was unbearable from almost every part of my body especially around my thighs and my hands, my head also hurt I cried into the darkness but no one was there, I prayed and prayed till I found myself slowly slipping out of that world till I was met with blinding light Opening my eyes I looked around to the blank walls made of plain cement blocks, no paint or anything and so was the ground it looked like an uncompleted building but what bothered me the most was what I was in Was it the pain or the wetness I was feeling, i mustered up the courage and raised my pounding head looking up at my wide-spread legs and the pool of blood I was laying in I couldn't cry nor scream just fall back into the dark world I was recently in with one thought in mind What every woman kept and treasured the most was taken away from me.