Aymaan Malik had everything-wealth, power, influence. As the only son of the president, he was adored by many, feared by most, and spoiled beyond repair. Arrogant, bossy, and cruel, Aymaan lived as though the world existed only to serve him. Then came Aiyanah-the clumsy, timid daughter of the household maid. She tried to stay unnoticed, blending into the walls of the grand Malik mansion, but her very existence seemed to irritate him. She was everything he wasn't: meek where he was commanding, naive where he was cunning. What began as mockery soon twisted into something darker, something Aymaan couldn't control-an obsession. The spoiled heir found himself drawn to the one girl who was supposed to remain invisible. And Aiyanah, caught between fear and an unfamiliar pull toward him, realized that escaping his grasp might be far more impossible than enduring it. In a world where power defined worth, could a fragile heart survive the obsession of a boy who had never been told "no"?

Book three in the forever series.

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

Halima Shehu Garba, daughter of sardauna of the Kano emirate. She has always lived in close proximity with royalty and in a highly respected family. She has 2 older brothers, Wakil And Nasir - they work for the emir and are best friends with him. 20. Emir Muhammad 'Khalifa' Sanusi Dantata, he is the emir of Kano and a highly respected man in society. His father died early in his life which meant him stepping up as the emir. He has never been married and has no heirs, people wander who the lucky woman would be - it would be an honor. 34. The walls want cracks... they will try but would they succeed?

Fatima bukar danbatta knows as Jidda a girl full with vibes, who did not give a little bit of love to any man if not her man sadiq wambai, then unexpected Imran Muhammad ameer matawalle came into her life without her knows. And then everything changed. Join me let dive in😘

Copyright ©️2026. All rights reserved. Ten years ago, tragedy struck-and with it, a bond between two families was shattered. Khalid and Walida were left with nothing but bitterness, each blaming the other for wounds that never healed. Now, forced into a marriage neither of them desires, resentment is all they know. But when the past refuses to stay buried, will their hearts remain locked in anger... or will fate dare to write them a different ending? Will love find a place in their hearts or will their resentment keeps drifting them apart? Let's all find out together ✔️ No plagiarism of this book!! -by Ummusalma

"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to nurse her bruised ego. she felt hurt at the blunt refusal he just displayed.she felt rejected and all alone . she saw no reason why they all kept playing with her mind and feelings. Jabbar would have laughed at her silly statement if not for the kind of person he is and the kind of personality he posses. all he knows how to do is prove he is perfect and deserves everything to be perfect. he's demanding. "that day has not been created and it will never be". he said and walked out with his guards behind him.his walking imitates order, his speech is final and his look is commanding. that's just how he is.always daring. stay tuned to find out how the love story of an arrogant prince and a common girl goes on when lies, secrets, deceit and evil lies ahead of them. don't allow to be gisted stay and read about this exciting love story on your own.