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In the heartbeat of Lagos, where hustle meets heartache, When Love Bleeds tells the raw, unfiltered story of Mike a broke but brilliant developer with big dreams and Danika, a resilient hairstylist caught between love, obligation, and spiritual warning.

When a chance meeting by a pool sparks an unexpected connection, the two begin building a fragile romance, pieced together by shared ambition, late-night talks, and small acts of sacrifice. But love in a city like Lagos costs more than words. As financial pressures rise and Danika’s family moves in, Mike finds himself torn between being her hero and losing himself.

Then come the signs. An oracle’s cryptic warnings. Nightmares Danika can’t shake. A pregnancy filled with complications. And a loss that breaks them both. As Danika drifts into silence, Mike spirals battling depression, betrayal, and the ghosts of a love he can’t let go.

Years pass. Cities change. But some wounds don't heal with distance. When fate brings Mike back to Danika’s hospital bedside, with a child that may not be his but a love that never truly left the two must confront everything they buried. The pain. The sacrifice. The bleeding heart that still beats for each other.

Will they choose healing over escape? Redemption over regret? Or has too much already been lost?

When Love Bleeds is an emotionally rich, spiritually charged urban love story that explores the quiet heroism of staying, the weight of cultural expectations, and what it truly costs to build a future together when the world and even the spirits seem against you.

When Love Bleed

The lights in Danika's shop flickered as power momentarily dipped another day, another NEPA moment. She didn't flinch. She'd grown used to working around it, much like she'd grown used to working around the ache in her chest.

She set her phone beside her workstation, the screen dark, untouched.

The last message she sent the one about not forgetting why he started hung between them like an open door neither had walked through.

Part of her wanted him to chase her.

The rest of her was terrified neither of them would move at all.

She sat by the shop's small front window, chin resting on her hand, staring out at the early evening Lagos traffic.

Now, silence had made a home between them.

In Abuja, Mike sat in his room, laptop closed for the night, proposal signed and submitted. The celebration around him from his roommate to his colleagues had died down. The congratulations felt hollow without her voice.

He opened her message again, reading it like scripture.

He thought about the girl who feared water, but trusted him enough to let him teach her how to float.

He thought about the day she told him her mother had moved in and how overwhelmed she sounded.

How he had promised to be her safe place.

Was he still that? Or had his dreams become a wall between them?

Mike opened their chat and began typing:

"I miss you every day, and I don't know how to fix this. But I want to."

He paused, hovered his thumb over "Send."

That night, Danika visited the rooftop again, needing the sky more than the ground. The wind was gentle, the city pulsing below.

She opened her notes app and wrote:

"I don't know if you're still choosing me. But I hope, deep down, you remember why we started too."

Two lovers, separated by cities, distractions, and fear, both holding their truths in unsent messages. Both one step one word away from either healing or letting go.

And love, that fragile thing, waited in the pause.

One Message Away