Bøger af Fahd Alvina

Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles? "But you need them." Fresho whimpers,"Trust me, I don't. I don't need new stuff." I say. "Lara, calm down. I don't want us to fight and please don't misunderstand me. I did it for you because I have the money. Trust me, I wanted to do more than that. I can afford hundreds of them. I know you were cool with all your stuff but there is no sin in changing them to a new one. They are just gifts," He says persuasively. "Well, I don't see it that way. I am beginning to feel like you are seeing taking care of me as your responsibility." I say,"So, what's wrong with that? I am your boyfriend for goodness sake." His voice is getting harsh and it is getting on my nerves. Coming from someone that doesn't want us to fight."Yes, that's it. You are my boyfriend, not my parents." I say, still sounding calm but I am getting angry. I don't know how far this calmness can go."So as your boyfriend, I can't take care of you when it is obvious I have the money.""No. There is a limit to everything. You can buy me gifts but having an obligation to do things for me or take care of me is not part of your role. You are my boyfriend, not my husband."Well, yes. I am not your husband yet but I will be one day. Which means I will be responsible for your well-being soon. What difference does it make if I start now? I don't know why you normally overthink something you should be happy about." Fresho says, his voice is harsh and it annoys me. "What if we don't end up marrying each other. What if we are not meant to be." I say it with a snap but I regret saying it immediately. The moment the statement comes out of my mouth, Fresho's body language changes and furrows his face, "What did you just say? What ....what do you mean by that?" He asks anxiously."I didn't say we will not end up together. But you know man proposes but God disposes." I say, trying to use a quote to back up my wrong words so that it won't sound like a threat anymore.He breathes in and out deeply and says, "Even God knows how much I love you so He won't take you away from me. No one will." He says confidently. He is sounding like it is a do-or-die affair. Like if I don't marry him something will happen to him. "Well, I love you too but I will not accept all those things. Tell your men to send back my stuff and pack all that away from my room." I say and I look away."I don't have anywhere to take them to. You can throw them away if you detest them so badly. But mind you I will still replace them with more, expensive ones." He retorts and I look at him. I can tell that he is angry."You are just trying to have total control over my life and I won't allow that," I say in a low but sharp voice."Why not? Why can't I? When you have done the same thing to me. You have taken total control over my life to the extent that I can't go a minute without thinking about you. I can't even think straight anymore. I find myself thinking of how to protect you, making sure that you are safe. How to make you comfortable, not lacking anything and many more. Even when I am working, you are always there. You are fucking engraved permanently in my brain to the degree that I will not be myself if I don't hear your voice. And you are here saying I want to have control over your life? If I can, I will too. If you know what you are doing to me, you will not be talking like this." He says angrily, his speech is fast and

Mr Aremu nods with a smile and says, "Yes, I heard about it. And I heard you have been doing beautifully well at the interview so far. I like the fact that you are hardworking." I urge the need to roll my eyes at my dad as I maintain the bogus smile on my lips. I am sure he was the one that told Mr Aremu about my Job interview. But why would he?"Thank you, sir." I replied to Mr. Aremu, He faces my father and says,"I think it's high time we get these kids married. They have become of age and they are already doing well on their own."I don't mind Mr Aremu because I don't understand what he just said and I am sure the kid he is talking about is definitely not me. He is probably joking. He was known to be a comedian from teenage.I face my phone to continue what I am doing but I look up again when I hear my father's voice."Yes. I think so too. I was even thinking of discussing it with you when it remains the two of us." My father replies Mr Aremu and I look around at everybody's faces. They also have the same surprise look as me except my mum who looks indifferent. And the two old men look so serious too. They don't sound like they are joking."Why should we discuss it in private? They are mature enough now so it is normal we discussed it in their presents. I will discuss it with my son when he comes back from a business trip. I want us to hasten the preparation and get them married as soon as possible." Mr Aremu says. My eyes dart to my father who is nodding in agreement and my curiosity arises.Why is he nodding? Is this matter really not a joke? The man said 'his son' so I am sure my dad's part is a girl. Of course, since we are all girls. We are all girls but who? Not me definitely. Maybe my junior sister Ronke. They are definitely discussing Ronke. I face Ronke, looking at her pitifully as she spreads her hand in a shrug, asking me why I am looking at her like that.Poor her. I think to myself as I fix my eyes on her pitifully."Daddy Toke, what are you two talking about or is this one of your jokes?" Mrs Aremu asks her husband as she probably can't believe what she is hearing too. And it seems she just heard about it for the first time."It's not a joke. Uthman and I have had it in mind since they were very young." Mr Aremu answers his wife like it is not a serious matter and she frowns."So it's not a joke and it's even been a long time since the two of you decided about it and I am just hearing about it for the first time? Why? Why didn't you mention it to me at all? All this while?" Mrs Aremu asks in a loud voice. She is obviously getting angry. But Mr Aremu does not answer or mind her. He faces my dad to say something to him but his wife talks again,"Who among the kids are you talking about? You will answer that at least, right?" "Bola and your son of course. Who else has grown to the age of marriage if not them." Mr Aremu says and I choke on my saliva, coughing. My mother and sister run to me, saying,"Are you okay?"Who? Did he just mention my name or didn't I hear him correctly? My ear is definitely faulty. It can't be my name."I am fine. Mum, what is he talking about?" My voice is low."Don't worry about it. We will discuss it when we get home."What? Is she serious right now? Did the man really mention my name and not Ronke's? Is my mother aware? All this thought runs through my mind within a jiffy.There is no way I am accepting to be betrothed to anyone whosoever. I have a boyfriend and I love him

"Apologize? For what? I already told you I didn't do anything wrong. I just did what I thought was good for this family. So what should I apologize for? I will never allow that foolish girl to be part of our family. Never!!!" Fresho's mum emphasizes the 'never'. She looks back at Fresho as soon as she finishes talking and her eyes meet mine. She moves closer, not believing her eyes that I am actually in the room. When she is sure I am the one, she becomes angrier."What is this girl doing here?" Fresho's mum points at me. Her eyes are darting in anger.The moment the question comes out of Fresho's mum's mouth, Fresho flinches, shifts to my face, and covers me. My heartbeat increases and I begin to panic."What she is doing here is none of your business mum. Leave!!!" Fresho shouts at his mum. I pull his clothes, trying to tell him not to shout at his mother."It is my business. She is the one that turned you against me. She is the reason you are not listening to me." Fresho's mum says. Her voice is controlling the whole room. Loud and frightened. As soon as she finishes her statement, She takes steps towards me, raises her hand to slap me and I bend backward, panicking, expecting the slap to land on my cheeks. Fresho jumps down instantly, moving to my front to shield me but the drip hanger draws him back. He looks down on his hand and within seconds he forcefully rips the needle out of his hand and stands in front of me with his arms stretched widely."If you touch a strand of hair in her body- I will bite my tongue and kill myself right now, right here!!!" Fresho says to his mum and I dilate my eyes in shock. His voice is loud and tense like he meant what he just said. It happened so fast that I almost don't know how it happened. My heart is thumping swiftly and my hands and body are shaking.Everyone in the room looks so shocked too, Including Fresho's mum. She hangs her hand in the air as her eyes widened in shockMy heart literally stops the moment Fresho flies to my front, thinking the slap will land on his cheek. I sigh with relief when I do not hear any slapping sound. Because I can't imagine Fresho taking a slap for me in his present situation."Ayo, blood....." Tunde says, rushing to Fresho. My gaze moves to Fresho's hand and I see blood dripping down from the hand that he just ripped out the drip's needle from. He obviously didn't know until Tunde talked. He looks at the hand briefly and looks back to his mum again, not minding the blood and still doesn't put down the hand. He seems like he doesn't care, like stopping his mum from hurting me is his only priority. He looks desperate and determined.Tunde tries to take the hand that is dropping blood but Fresho jerks it away from him and faces me."Are you okay?" He asks me in terror, holding my shoulders. His eyes are flickering in fear. Oh God, why is he asking me that when he is the one dripping blood? He is still worried about me, even in this situation?********Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles?

"Mr Aremu nods with a smile and says, "Yes, I heard about it. And I heard you have been doing beautifully well at the interview so far. I like the fact that you are hardworking." I urge the need to roll my eyes at my dad as I maintain the bogus smile on my lips. I am sure he was the one that told Mr Aremu about my Job interview. But why would he?"Thank you, sir." I replied to Mr. Aremu, He faces my father and says,"I think it's high time we get these kids married. They have become of age and they are already doing well on their own."I don't mind Mr Aremu because I don't understand what he just said and I am sure the kid he is talking about is definitely not me. He is probably joking. He was known to be a comedian from teenage.I face my phone to continue what I am doing but I look up again when I hear my father's voice."Yes. I think so too. I was even thinking of discussing it with you when it remains the two of us." My father replies Mr Aremu and I look around at everybody's faces. They also have the same surprise look as me except my mum who looks indifferent. And the two old men look so serious too. They don't sound like they are joking."Why should we discuss it in private? They are mature enough now so it is normal we discussed it in their presents. I will discuss it with my son when he comes back from a business trip. I want us to hasten the preparation and get them married as soon as possible." Mr Aremu says. My eyes dart to my father who is nodding in agreement and my curiosity arises.Why is he nodding? Is this matter really not a joke? The man said 'his son' so I am sure my dad's part is a girl. Of course, since we are all girls. We are all girls but who? Not me definitely. Maybe my junior sister Ronke. They are definitely discussing Ronke. I face Ronke, looking at her pitifully as she spreads her hand in a shrug, asking me why I am looking at her like that.Poor her. I think to myself as I fix my eyes on her pitifully."Daddy Toke, what are you two talking about or is this one of your jokes?" Mrs Aremu asks her husband as she probably can't believe what she is hearing too. And it seems she just heard about it for the first time."It's not a joke. Uthman and I have had it in mind since they were very young." Mr Aremu answers his wife like it is not a serious matter and she frowns."So it's not a joke and it's even been a long time since the two of you decided about it and I am just hearing about it for the first time? Why? Why didn't you mention it to me at all? All this while?" Mrs Aremu asks in a loud voice. She is obviously getting angry. But Mr Aremu does not answer or mind her. He faces my dad to say something to him but his wife talks again,"Who among the kids are you talking about? You will answer that at least, right?" "Bola and your son of course. Who else has grown to the age of marriage if not them." Mr Aremu says and I choke on my saliva, coughing. My mother and sister run to me, saying,"Are you okay?"Who? Did he just mention my name or didn't I hear him correctly? My ear is definitely faulty. It can't be my name."I am fine. Mum, what is he talking about?" My voice is low."Don't worry about it. We will discuss it when we get home."What? Is she serious right now? Did the man really mention my name and not Ronke's? Is my mother aware? All this thought runs through my mind within a jiffy.There is no way I am accepting to be betrothed to anyone whosoever. I have a boyfriend and I love him.

Apologize? For what? I already told you I didn't do anything wrong. I just did what I thought was good for this family. So what should I apologize for? I will never allow that foolish girl to be part of our family. Never!!!" Fresho's mum emphasizes the 'never'. She looks back at Fresho as soon as she finishes talking and her eyes meet mine. She moves closer, not believing her eyes that I am actually in the room. When she is sure I am the one, she becomes angrier."What is this girl doing here?" Fresho's mum points at me. Her eyes are darting in anger.The moment the question comes out of Fresho's mum's mouth, Fresho flinches, shifts to my face, and covers me. My heartbeat increases and I begin to panic."What she is doing here is none of your business mum. Leave!!!" Fresho shouts at his mum. I pull his clothes, trying to tell him not to shout at his mother."It is my business. She is the one that turned you against me. She is the reason you are not listening to me." Fresho's mum says. Her voice is controlling the whole room. Loud and frightened. As soon as she finishes her statement, She takes steps towards me, raises her hand to slap me and I bend backward, panicking, expecting the slap to land on my cheeks. Fresho jumps down instantly, moving to my front to shield me but the drip hanger draws him back. He looks down on his hand and within seconds he forcefully rips the needle out of his hand and stands in front of me with his arms stretched widely."If you touch a strand of hair in her body- I will bite my tongue and kill myself right now, right here!!!" Fresho says to his mum and I dilate my eyes in shock. His voice is loud and tense like he meant what he just said. It happened so fast that I almost don't know how it happened. My heart is thumping swiftly and my hands and body are shaking.Everyone in the room looks so shocked too, Including Fresho's mum. She hangs her hand in the air as her eyes widened in shockMy heart literally stops the moment Fresho flies to my front, thinking the slap will land on his cheek. I sigh with relief when I do not hear any slapping sound. Because I can't imagine Fresho taking a slap for me in his present situation."Ayo, blood....." Tunde says, rushing to Fresho. My gaze moves to Fresho's hand and I see blood dripping down from the hand that he just ripped out the drip's needle from. He obviously didn't know until Tunde talked. He looks at the hand briefly and looks back to his mum again, not minding the blood and still doesn't put down the hand. He seems like he doesn't care, like stopping his mum from hurting me is his only priority. He looks desperate and determined.Tunde tries to take the hand that is dropping blood but Fresho jerks it away from him and faces me."Are you okay?" He asks me in terror, holding my shoulders. His eyes are flickering in fear. Oh God, why is he asking me that when he is the one dripping blood? He is still worried about me, even in this situation?********Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles?

In a world where social status and wealth create a divide, two hearts find themselves entangled in a web of love. As their hearts beat for one another, they must navigate the societal expectations and the disapproval of their loved ones. Will their love conquer the obstacles posed by their differences in wealth and the challenges presented by their families and friends? IRRESISTIBLE BEAUTY is a super romance genre story that is based on Fresho and Lara.Fresho, a well-known rich musician, doesn't believe in love. Mention the word love to him and be tossed away like you never cross his path. However, his perspective changes when he comes across a striking photograph of an incredibly beautiful lady. He can't believe someone can possess such breathtaking beauty naturally, without any digital photoshop or makeup. Intrigued, he feels an irresistible urge to meet this person and after he does, he becomes captivated by her beauty, unable to stop thinking about her. And then the love turns into an irresistible obsession and undeniable affection.Lara, a bright, bubbling, and ambitious college lady with good grades. Her smile could brighten up a dark room. She has dreams and wants. She wants to make her parents proud, be an excellent example to her brother, and be a good ambassador of her religion. She believes courting a man is forbidden until she is ready for marriage. Until she heard a musician's voice on her dorm's mate speaker. Can the belief of no romantic relationship before marriage continue even after she meets this wealthy, handsome man who crept into her heart just by listening to his song? His voice?Will their differences in wealth and social class, as well as challenges from families and friends, hinder them from being together?

"Please, stop for a few minutes and let us continue later," I beg my husband with my eyes brimmed with tears. I am in severe pain.Aziz and I got married a month ago and due to an unexpected reason, we just moved to our rented apartment yesterday. Aziz broke my hymen last night. Left to me, I don't want us to copulate again till my private part bruises heal but I don't have a choice since Aziz said he wants it. So doing it now and with this kind of pain I am going through at the moment, I want him to stop thrusting.Aziz pauses, looks into my eyes with a grimace and says,"If I stop right now and stand up, just know that I will never copulate with you again till as long as we live. I swear to the God who made me." He says it with his eyes focused on me, breathing heavily and with the look on his face, one will know that he means every word he just said.I blink twice at his words, feeling tears in my cheeks. I feel like I am in dreamland.Definitely a dream. I don't want to believe those inconsiderate words could come out of my husband's mouth knowing fully well that I am not faking the pain, speaking of what I went through last night before I was deflowered by him.Seeing how serious he is while saying what he just said and even swore with Allah's name, I don't want to gamble. And because I had seen someone in that shoe before, her husband swore never to touch her ever again and stood on the words till the woman expired. I don't want to live my life like that. I don't want my marriage to be dead on arrival. I want a blissful marriage. So I say,"I am sorry. I am so sorry. Let's continue." He rolls his eyes at me, hiss and continues thrusting up and down insouciantly.Another set of tears roll down my eyes but I turn my head to the other side to hide it in order not to provoke him more. He continues thrusting while my private parts and lap are hurting like they are on fire.Many thoughts run through my mind within a moment.What is going on with him? Did I do something wrong? What causes Aziz to change his attitude like this? This is not how he talks to me when we were courting. We courted for five months, getting to know one another and planning our wedding but he has never raised his voice at me nor talked to me with a serious tone but what changes? My mind is full of many thoughts coupled with the pain I am feeling down there.I have definitely wronged him. Maybe I did something wrong. I will ask him about it later and apologize. I think to myself.Aziz stands up when he is done without looking at my face or even bothering to ask how I am feeling and enters the bathroom."Won't you stand up and clean up?" Aziz says to me as soon as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later."I will. I am just taking my time because I am in pain." I say but he rolls his eyes at me and says,"What pain are you feeling that people haven't felt before? Stand up, be a woman and let's go.""Let's go? To where? Are we going somewhere together?" I ask in a low and respectful tone."Yes. We are going to visit our other neighbours. They invited us to a meeting." Aziz says sharply and leaves the room, murmuring on his way out.I struggle to stand up and limp to the kitchen. I boil water, use it to bathe and use the remaining to massage my private part to reduce the pain I am feeling down there.An hour later, I am done and I walk to the sitting room where Aziz is sitting impatiently, waiting for me."I am ready," I say,"I thought you wanted to turn yourself into a fish in the bathroom." He hisses and stands up."Let's go." He adds.