Marriage, in silence.

Marriage, in silence.

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Last published Mon, Oct 13, 2025

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Born with Congenital Deafness, Nabila can not hear nor make out what one is saying to her. She knows how to speak but doesn't hear, she is deep in her silence. Beautiful, calm and collected she is. Nabila was about to have her entire life changed when she's set to marry HIM. Meanwhile, there is Muktar, handsome, rich and powerful. As a pilot from a rich and influential business family, Muktar had always had it easy in life. Little does he know that fate is about to change his life and join him in an arranged marriage with a deaf wife. Rage, betrayal, he felt all of these. But what happens when they tie the knot, will Muktar accommodate his life for her, or will they both stay in silence? Find out in Marriage, in silence. Ranks #12 in Hausa books

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