"Tun ina yarinya kike zagin mahaifiyata, tun bansan menene maanar kalmomin wulakanci da muzgunawa ba nakejin kina fadarsu ga mahaifiyata, ina cikin wannan halin wani azzalumi yaje ya kashe min mahaifiya, a gaban idona kika hana a tafi dani inda zanji dadin rayuwata, babu yadda na iya haka na biyoki inda kika doro mani karan tsana, kullum sai kin zage kin dukeni, sunan mahaifiyata kuwa ya zama abun zagi a gareki a koda yaushe, kin hanani abinci, kin sakani wanka da ruwan sanyi lokacinda ake matukar sanyi, kin cuceni iya cutuwa, a haka Allah ya rayani. Sai ke yau dan rana daya kince zakici uwata nace nima zanci taki shine zakiyi kukan munafurci? Ni kin taba laakari da irin kukan danake cikin dare kullun? Dukda mahaifiyata ta rasu hakan bai hanaki zaginta ba. To na fada da babbar murya, wallahi duk kika kara cewa zakici uwata to sai naci taki uwar nima, and that's final!" Zuwa yanzu duk bakin cikin dake zuciyar Badiyya saida ya fito, kuka take kamar ranta zai fita, mahaifiyarta kawai takeda bukata, bakin ciki ya mata yawa, batada wanda zai saka ranta yayi sanyi bayan Momynta, amma tayi mata nisan da yakeda wuyar isa. Ta buda baki zatayi magana kenan Ahmad ya wanke ta da marika kyawawa guda biyu, ta dama da haggu, rike wajen tayi tana kallonshi. Magana ya fara cikin tsananin bacin rai, "Yanzu Badiyya a gabana kike cewa zakici uwarta? Uwata kenan fa Badiyya! To ko Yaya kika zaga bazan kyaleki ba balle wadda ban taba gani ba, dan haka wallahi zakiyi mugun dana sani," ya fada cikeda tsananin fushi, yana kara kai mata mazga saman kai. Kukane ya kara kwace mata "Kai kenan da baka taba ganin taka ba, nifa? Nifa Dady?! Na taba ganinta, nasanta, nasan dadin uwa, amma haka wani azzalumin ya raba ni da ita, sannan kai da nake tunanin zaka share min hawaye kaine kake kara sakani kuka, me na maka? Me Momyna ta maka?" Ta tambaya tana kureshi da idanu. _______ Me zai faru a rayuwar yarinya yar shekara goma data rasa mahaifiyarta? Wace irin rayuwa zatayi a gidan yayar mahaifinta?

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 have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why it's a secret when I've made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, I've never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. I've never expected that I'd regret seeing him that day. Or that I'd end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought I've hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I haven't even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls I've carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that I'd never have a chance with the President's Son, it couldn't have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. But...could I really live without the President's Son? Is the secret I'm hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautiful...or worse? Maybe Zafir's Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not. --- Preview Chapters Only!

. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.

In the heart of the bustling city of Abuja lies the prestigious Rayville American University, owned by the illustrious billionaire tycoon, Hassan Shashi. This elite institution is the haven for society's crème de la crème-heirs and heiresses of vast fortunes, and royalty from renowned kingdoms. Amongst this dazzling world of privilege and power, there is one remarkable exception: a beautiful, intelligent, and spirited young woman from a middle-class family. As the first and only scholarship student at Rayville, she navigates a sea of opulence and entitlement with grace and determination. Facing disdain from her affluent peers and a series of clashes with the arrogant and self-absorbed heir to the university, Ammar Hassan Shashi, she embarks on a journey fraught with challenges. Yet, through it all, she remains steadfast in her quest for friendship, joy, success, and above all, love. ❤ --- Inspired by the Korean drama 'Boys Before Flowers,' this novel spins a completely original tale that promises to captivate and inspire. ---

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

A journey of a lady who has lost her mother in the way, who at a point felt like the world is against her and felt like giving up. But to every human their is a period of test in their lives and just as her world was crumbling, she was brought back up again by someone she least expected and was glad for that. Not all arranged marriages get out of hand, follow me on the journey of life of Amal to prove you wrong. It starts badly and ends in the best way possible love story of Amal(Sa'adat) Khalil and Salim Hussein two complete opposite people. Copyright: All Rights Reserved

"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."

Each and every step of her makes me dizzy in the ocean of love. When she smile, it takes me away from all anguish of life. And anytime she talked to me, it makes feel like the greatest Romeo ever, I love her so much!!!!