Anxiety doesn't simply disappear. It lingers in quiet corners, sometimes creeping back when no one's watching. But love made it manageable. It gave it a name. It gave it light. It gave Rahima a home inside someone's heart. From therapy sessions to midnight cries, from hospital visits to wedding vows, from panic to passion, Rahima's story shows us that healing isn't linear. But with the right people, even broken pieces can be molded into something breathtaking.

"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

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.