Scars of two worlds

Scars of two worlds

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"I did. A thousand times over. I'd choose you in every lifetime. In every version of this world." His fingers slid gently beneath her chin, lifting it so their eyes met again. "I want to memorize you," he whispered. "Every scar. Every smile. Every soft breath." Her lips parted slightly, but no words came - ....... Ayaan Ali Garko was raised to be obedient. Soft-spoken. Unseen unless spoken to. But beneath her silence lives a girl with a storm in her heart and scars she's tired of hiding. Final year. First daughter. Forgotten dreams. She's done shrinking. Asad Zagi was born into power. Wealth. Clean suits and quiet dominance. They call him perfect. The kind of man women are trained to pray for. But he's tired of being polished and controlled. He wants something - someone - real. When their paths collide in a world that expects submission over connection, their chemistry doesn't ask for permission. He craves her softness. She fears his intensity. But the pull between them? Dangerous. Addictive. Inevitable. This isn't just love. It's possession. Obsession. A quiet kind of madness that starts in the soul... and ends between the sheets. A Northern Nigerian romance about power, pressure, and the kind of love that pulls you apart just to put you back together - softer, slower, and completely undone.
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"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

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