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"She was born into unimaginable wealth. He was born to inherit a throne. Neither expected that destiny had bound them together long before they ever met."
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MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU
"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.Concluída
THE GIRL IN KHAKI
Seventeen-year-old Zaynarb (Deena) Adam Sodangi never dreamed of wearing a military uniform. All she wanted was freedom-the chance to grieve her parents and live life on her own terms. But after their death, her world falls into the hands of her uncle, a man whose ambition outweighs his compassion. To tighten his grip over her late parents' wealth, he forces her into the Nigerian Defence Academy, a place Deena neither chooses nor desires. Lost, resentful, and unprepared for the harsh drills and endless demands of military life, Deena's disinterest soon draws the attention of one man-Captain Baqeer Mahmoud Dole, famously known as B.M. Dole. Feared for his discipline yet admired for his honor, he sees what others overlook: beneath Deena's reluctance lies a quiet strength waiting to be ignited. When he promises to secure her admission despite her lack of effort, Deena finds herself bound to a destiny she never imagined. Between the academy's brutal trials, her uncle's hidden schemes, and the unexpected bond forming between herself and the captain who refused to let her slip away, Deena must learn that sometimes the battles we don't choose are the ones that define us. A tale of resilience, and unexpected courage-this is the journey of a girl forced into a soldier's path, and the man who saw in her the heart of a warrior. -Concluída
Halal Chaos
Halal Chaos is a heartfelt Muslim romance that explores healing, faith, family, and the quiet beauty of finding love after surviving unimaginable pain. Rayyah has spent most of her life carrying wounds no one could see. Haunted by a traumatic past, struggling with chronic illness, addiction, and heartbreak, she has long believed that happiness belongs to everyone except her. When fate places her in an arranged marriage with Khalifa Muhammad Lawal, a reserved businessman determined to leave behind his own troubled past, neither of them expects their union to become the beginning of something extraordinary. As two broken souls learn to navigate marriage, forgiveness, and trust, they discover that love is not built through grand declarations, but through patience, mercy, shared prayers, family dinners, quiet conversations, and choosing each other every single day. Together, they confront old demons, embrace faith, rebuild fractured hearts, and find comfort in the family that surrounds them. Filled with humor, emotional depth, unforgettable characters, and deeply rooted Islamic values, Halal Chaos is a slow-burn romance about redemption, second chances, and the kind of love that brings people closer to Allah before it brings them closer to each other. Because sometimes the greatest love stories begin in chaos... and end in peace.
Arman and Assar.
A FULANI COUSIN'S LOVE STORY --- "Whether you love me or not that's your problem, whether you want this marriage or not that's your buisness, Halima would be here to stay with me and if you try to cause any problem for her then get a white dress cause you'll be needing it 6ft underground" he said flicking his hands and with that he left the room. Of all the ways for God to punish me he decided to use Arman for a sin i haven't committed or is that a test?. --- Arman, a man who couldn't be described as good or bad, evil or wicked, only that if you knew him then you'll avoid him the way you're avoiding death. Assar an ambitious lady set on the path to fulfill her life long dream only to be diverted to a situation she knows no way out. --- Have you ever dreamt of a love story and what you get is the complete opposite of what you imagined, an opposite you would never wish for even an enemy¿. Join me in the story of Arman and Assar. --- But first, Is it better to stay in a situation in hopes that things get better or it's better to leave even though you know there's no way out?. --- STARTED_1st July 2023 FINISHED _4th September 2023 Written by @hertahira ©All rights reserved.Concluída
Hope(currently editing)
Rahina is an eighteen year old girl who just finished her secondary school and was told she was going to get married to ahmad who is her cousin ahmad. Ahmad is a 27 year old guy who is nice and has a bubbly personality. He is an architect and his love life doesn't really have a history. What happens when he finds himself falling inlove with an eighteen year old girl and to add to that she is his cousin.Concluída
The Only Choice
There's a name she's been avoiding her whole life. Not because she hates him - though she'd like you to think that. But because he has always had a way of making her feel like the ground beneath her feet was slightly less stable than it was before he walked into the room. She thought it was irritation. She was wrong. Now she's nineteen, engaged to a man she didn't choose, banned from her hostel, and about to spend every day in dangerous proximity to the one person her heart apparently didn't get the memo about. *She didn't know it was him.* *He always knew it was her.* --- The Only Choice - Book Two of The Choices Series 🌚Concluída
Veiled Melanin ✅️
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After Amrah
Four months after burying her sister, Nihal becomes her husband's wife. Not by choice. Not for love. But for family. Living beneath the shadow of the woman everyone still mourns, Nihal must navigate grief, guilt, and a marriage built on obligation. Yet sometimes, Allah writes the most beautiful love stories where broken hearts least expect them. After Amrah is a touching Arewa romance about loss, healing, second chances, and the courage to love without forgetting.Concluída
Light Through the Walls
"This marriage is to fulfill my responsibility to my mother. Nothing more." Sofia didn't interrupt. She just watched him. "You will not lack anything," Malik continued, voice calm, controlled. "But I don't do emotional conversations. I prefer my space." A pause. Then, quieter "Do not expect love from me." When Sofia Bello returns to Nigeria to reconnect with her roots and take on a life-changing architecture contract, the last thing she expects is an arranged marriage to a man who has already decided she will never have his heart. Lieutenant Colonel Malik Danjuma is disciplined, distant, and completely closed off until the woman he married out of duty begins to slip past every rule he set. Because Sofia is not the kind of woman who stays at a distance. And Malik is not prepared for what happens when the one person he tries to keep out... becomes the only one he can't stay away from. A modern Arewa romance about duty, healing, family, and the kind of love that quietly breaks through even the strongest walls.Concluída
HER HEART, MY HOME.
Lailah Mahmud,at just twenty one, already knew loss too deeply. A widow with two little boys - Amir, barely three, and Akbar, still in her arms - she's buried her dreams beside her husband's grave. Love is no longer part of her story... or so she believes. Then fate rewrites her path. Captain Zayd Bishir Kanjiji, once her brother's senior and roommate back in the Nigerian Defence Academy, first saw her at the convocation ceremony - graceful, smiling, unforgettable. He tried to forget her, dismissing it as a passing admiration. But two years later, at her brother's wedding, he realizes he never truly did. Determined and sincere, Zayd confides in her brother, who warns him it won't be easy to win Lailah's guarded heart. Still, Zayd refuses to retreat. His confession is gentle yet bold - only to be met with Lailah's immediate rejection. But love has never been about convenience. Even when his mother and sisters disapprove - unwilling to see their heir, a first-time groom, marry a widow with children - Zayd remains steadfast. For him, Lailah isn't just another chapter... she's the whole story. And for Lailah, his patience, persistence, and quiet warmth begin to melt the walls she built so high - reminding her that love can rise from loss, and sometimes, a heart once broken can become the safest home of all. Her Heart, My Home is a breathtaking tale of second chances, healing, and a love that chooses - again and again - even when the world says it shouldn't.Concluída
"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.
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