Mejo Najeeb Book 1 Compelet Autar Alheri

MEJO NAJEEB BOOK COMPELET Chapter 1— Part 

He whispered, a low, dynamic register vibrating in his voice, "It has systematically become a natural habit embedded in my anatomy, my Auntie... or are you also experiencing that same internal electric tremor (Zirrrr) pulsing through your skin right now?"
She flashed him a fiercely intense glare, snapping, "Not even in the slightest! As for me, I strictly..."
He smoothly cut off her sentence, raising his hands defensively. "Alright, fine. I have permanently dropped the matter. It's completely settled."
She composed her posture and stated, "I urgently want you to drive me directly to Zee’s family residence this morning. From there, the two of us need you to transport us straight to Saudat’s matrimonial home. She has been systematically bombarding my smartphone with consecutive phone calls, and I honestly possess absolutely zero knowledge regarding whether she is facing a safety crisis or not."
He nodded, calculating his timeline. "Very well then. Go ahead and finalize your luxury dressing routine right now, and I will drive you over immediately before I execute my own preparation for the university campus. I am fully aware that the moment both of you finalize your university lectures today, I will transport you straight to Auntie Saudat’s residence and deposit you there. The moment we dismiss from our own classes at the medical faculty, we will navigate our way back, pick you up, and bring you home."
She paused, inquiring, "Does this imply that Zee isn't attending our scheduled university lectures today either?"
He twisted his lips in a classic, patronizing smirk. "Hmm... may Almighty Allah systematically enlighten the core of your understanding so you can finally grasp the supreme structural value of academic education."
She shot him another warning glare as he smoothly turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen layout. She immediately initiated a telephone call to Zee's smartphone, informing her that she was already setting things in motion to arrive at her residence.
Zee answered, her voice cracking with deep emotional desperation. "Please, I beg of you in the name of your passionate love for the Holy Prophet (PBUH), ensure that you bring Khamis along with you! Execute this favor for my soul!"
An immense wave of emotional sobriety hit Sailubah’s system upon hearing her best friend's vulnerability. She lowered her voice, replying, "Very well. I will handle it."
She immediately summoned Ramadan into the space, stating that it was highly imperative that they execute this transit alongside Khamis.
Ramadan nodded smoothly. "Alright, let me swiftly transmit the directive to his phone so he can report here immediately and join our convoy."
"Perfect," she murmured.

Chapter 2 — Part 2

She selected a highly premium, beautifully tailored Ankara skirt and blouse set. The contemporary silhouette of the tailoring completely accentuated her physical assets, amplifying her elite-tier beauty to a breathtaking degree.
Ramadan stood in the lounge, systematically deploying his smartphone to capture a massive succession of high-definition photographs of her frame.
The moment they stepped out into the grand courtyard, his sharp eyes scanned her silhouette. He creased his forehead, remarking, "To be completely candid before God, this specific outfit selection is far too tight around your curves."
She rolled her eyes, turning back to face him. "Oh, really? Is that your official assessment?"
He countered firmly, "If the administrative control of your wardrobe rested in my hands, I would forcefully wrap your entire anatomy in a massive, thick traditional hijab before you stepped past these gates."
She let out a rich, mocking laugh. "Tab! Well, look at the reality: you are merely my younger brother, not the master of my existence."
Right at that moment, Khamis arrived, his eyes widening as he surveyed her presentation. "Wow, Auntie Luuvah! You look absolutely magnificent today!"
She turned her gaze toward him, evaluating his appearance with a critical, analytical eye. It was an absolute, undeniable reality that Khamis was an exceptionally classy, high-society, and handsome young man; however, deep down within her soul, she possessed absolutely zero capacity to anchor any true romantic affection toward a young boy. She smiled coolly, replying, "You boys consistently repeat that exact same line every single day, Khamis."
He smiled a dazzling, confident smile. "Well, that is simply because our words represent the absolute, unadulterated truth."
Ramadan smoothly walked over to his private garage and intentionally selected a highly specialized, ultra-luxury sports vehicle from his fleet—a machine he hadn't driven in a prolonged period. They slid into the leather seats and accelerated out of their residential street.
The young men occupying the neighborhood corners immediately gathered, launching into a massive wave of local gossip. They muttered among themselves, claiming: It is an absolute certainty that Ramadan has successfully secured complete emotional and physical access to Sailubah exactly how his heart desires.

Chapter 2 — Part 3

The moment Ramadan executed a flawless park within the gates of Zee’s family estate, they stepped out and marched directly into the grand family living room without experiencing a single shred of hesitation.
Upon entering the grand lounge, they found Zee sitting on the sofa alongside her mother. The young men respectfully delivered their morning greetings to the older woman, who smiled warmly before departing into the kitchen layout to afford them privacy.
Khamis leaned forward, his voice smooth. "Hello, Auntie Zee."
She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. "Hello, my younger brother," she whispered.
Ramadan scanned her facial features with sharp, clinical precision. "I am actively observing that you look incredibly pale, and your physical energy has severely depleted between yesterday and today. Is everything structurally sound with your health?"
She let out a heavy, dramatic sigh. "Hmm... look at my reality, Ramadan. The raw fury of love is on the absolute verge of driving my mind into complete psychological insanity."
Sailubah immediately shot her a sharp, warning glare from across the room.
Ramadan smiled smoothly, his tone laced with a patronizing charm. "Well, may Almighty Allah swiftly deliver absolute relief to your soul. But let it be known: the psychological disease of intense love is a violent, unyielding torment."
Zee nodded desperately. "Amen! I swear by Allah, your words represent the absolute reality."
Sailubah aggressively nudged Zee’s shoulder, whispering fiercely into her ear, commanding her to permanently cease staring at Khamis with such an intense, completely exposed romantic fixation.
Zee turned her head and openly glared right back at Sailubah, stating in a loud, clear voice: "I swear by Allah, you do not possess the administrative power to prevent my eyes from gazing upon the singular human being who has completely blocked my capacity to experience a single second of sleep!"
Sailubah’s face darkened with intense embarrassment. She snapped, "Get up immediately! We are marching straight into your private bedroom right now."
Zee pleaded, her voice dropping into a soft, dramatic pout, "Please, just grant me a tiny window of two short minutes so my soul can experience a small fraction of emotional tranquility. I beg of you."
Saturated with deep frustration and boiling anger, Sailubah threw her hands up and detached herself from her side. She stood there watching as Zee systematically executed a succession of secret, stolen romantic glances toward Khamis.
Khamis, completely oblivious to the high-stakes emotional drama unfolding around him, remained entirely relaxed.

Chapter 2 — Part 4

However, what Zee completely failed to realize was that she had inadvertently planted a massive seed of suspicion right before the sharp, analytical eyes of Ramadan.
Ramadan quietly evaluated her micro-expressions, whispering to his own soul: Excellent. Allow me to swiftly execute a psychological test to completely validate my suspicions.
He stood up, adjusting his luxury watch. "Auntie Zee, we must officially initiate our departure right now."
Instantly, an immense wave of pure panic and emotional distress washed across Zee’s face. She began pleading with them to cancel their departure and sit tight until later in the afternoon.
Sailubah felt an aggressive surge of rage hit her system, to the extent that she felt a burning urge to deliver a massive slap across Zee’s face. She snapped fiercely, "They have a critical university lecture to attend at the campus! As for us, we aren't even enrolled in their faculty, so for what earthly reason are you commanding them to sit around wasting their academic timeline?!"
Zee shot an aggressive glare directly at Sailubah, before shifting her eyes back to look at Khamis. Finding herself completely swept away by her emotions, her face melted into a soft, deeply vulnerable pout as she looked at him. She murmured, "Please, for the sake of Allah... just stay for a little while longer."
Khamis looked at her, his voice dropping into a highly respectful, deeply comforting, and protective cadence. "My respected Auntie Zee, please extend your forgiveness to us. You are fully aware that you girls don't possess a shared academic interest in our core studies. As for us, we harbor a deep passion for our medical and legal lectures. Please allow us to depart right now, and I deliver you my word that the very micro-second our classes are dismissed, I will personally return here to see you." He delivered these words with immense, explicit care.
Ramadan quietly tracked the dialogue, shifting his eyes from Zee, over to Khamis, and finally locking his gaze onto Sailubah’s tense face. A slow, deeply arrogant, and knowing smirk spread across his lips. Sailubah caught his expression and promptly flashed him a fierce, warning glare.
Left with absolutely zero alternative, the young men initiated their exit, leaving Zee standing in the lounge entirely against her will.

Chapter 2 — Part 5

As Ramadan smoothly navigated the luxury sports car through the metropolitan traffic, he cast a swift, calculating glance toward the passenger seat. "Khamis, my friend... you need to actively activate your highest level of psychological awareness regarding Auntie Zee."
Khamis abruptly snapped his head around, staring at Ramadan in absolute bewilderment. "What on earth do you mean by that statement? Please enlighten my mind immediately, because my heart has suddenly dropped into my stomach!"
Ramadan merely smirked, shifting gears smoothly. "You know the sacred protocol of our inner circle perfectly well. Whenever a beautiful woman locks her eyes onto one of us with intense romantic intent, and another member of our trio successfully detects that reality, we deploy that exact specific phrase to alert our brother so he can guard his steps. Or have you completely suffered a wipe of your memory archives?"
Khamis instantly dropped his smartphone onto the car floorboard, gripping his head with both hands in absolute shock. "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihir raji'un! (Surely, we belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return!)" he shouted in pure desperation.
Ramadan burst into a loud, mocking laugh. "Oh, come on! Both of you are going to make an absolutely magnificent, highly compatible couple! Haha!"
Khamis fell into absolute, heavy silence.
His mind was completely drowning in a massive whirlpool of terrifying thoughts and psychological panic. After a prolonged silence, he stammered in complete distress, "Auntie Zee?! Oh my god... what about her long-term boyfriend, Surajo?!"
Ramadan shrugged carelessly, a patronizing smile on his lips. "The romantic bird has officially flown away from his head and landed squarely upon yours, my friend. Please, just clear your mind, relax your system, and prepare to enjoy your life. She is going to provide an unparalleled level of premium care and absolute adoration for your welfare throughout the entirety of your matrimonial life!"
KHAMIS remained completely silent, his emotional stability entirely shattered as he struggled to process the gravity of the situation. While he was trapped in this state of profound distress, his phone began vibrating aggressively on the floorboard, displaying an incoming call from Meenat.
Ramadan glanced down. "Relax your heart, reach down, and pick up your call, please."
Khamis looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. "Do you want to know the absolute reality of what my soul is experiencing right now, Ramadan?"
"Speak, I am listening."
"I swear by Almighty Allah, I am experiencing a literal, terrifying sensation that if I dare reach down and answer this telephone call from another woman, Auntie Zee’s eyes will magically manifest from the spiritual realm and stare directly into my soul!"
Ramadan completely doubled over, roaring with laughter. "Haha! Wow! I can clearly see the absolute proof that Auntie Zee has successfully executed a total, catastrophic disruption of your brain cells!"
Furious and deeply frustrated, Khamis snapped, "She isn't the one who disrupted my brain cells, Ramadan—you are! You are the singular culprit who forced my eyes to open to her reality!" He finished his sentence by clicking his tongue in deep irritation and turning his face away.

Chapter 2 — Part 6

Sailubah further softened her facial features into a deeply exaggerated, childlike pout. She whispered in a highly dramatic, vulnerable cadence, "So, what you are essentially saying is that the very micro-second he reports to our mansion tomorrow afternoon, I should strictly refuse to step out and see his face?"
Ramadan looked at her smoothly. "If the administrative control of your life rested in my hands, that is precisely the path I would command you to execute."
She sighed, "But as for me, I harbor an absolute, unyielding hatred toward the prospect of marrying an unattractive man."
"I am fully aware of your aesthetic preferences, Auntie," Ramadan countered with smooth precision. "Therefore, what stops you from simply stepping forward and informing his ears that your family has already officially locked down a permanent husband for your hand?"
She locked her eyes onto his frame, her analytical mind actively trying to decipher his hidden psychological motives. Ramadan instantly detected her analytical train of thought and moved swiftly to disrupt it. He stood up from the bed, walking toward the exit door as he spoke: "No, don't execute that path. Go ahead and step out to see him the moment he arrives tomorrow, but ensure you execute an intensely close, microscopic evaluation of his physical presentation. I swear by Allah, you will completely validate the absolute truth of my assessment."
He reached the doorway, pausing. Sailubah called out, "I am operating under the assumption that you have already consumed a proper meal today?"
He shook his head. "No, I haven't eaten a single thing. The household is entirely serving traditional wedding feast menus today."
She smiled, "Well, that sounds absolutely delicious."
"Are you insane? They prepared heavy millet tuwo (Tuwon Dawa) paired with traditional pumpkin soup (Miyar Kabewa)!" Ramadan exclaimed, his face contorting in absolute disgust. "I swear by Allah, I am completely incapable of consuming that meal. You know I harbor an absolute, visceral hatred toward tuwo, especially when they dare to introduce pumpkin into the soup blend." (As the reader is fully aware, the indigenous population of Kano holds an deep passion for pumpkin, and Almighty Allah has uniquely blessed them with the extraordinary culinary intelligence to process it into various delicacies).
Sailubah laughed warmly, fully remembering the eternal warfare between her younger brother and traditional tuwo dishes. She stated gently, "Sit tight right here; allow me to swiftly whip up a fresh batch of instant Indomie noodles for your nutrition."
Ramadan turned back into the space, smoothly reaching out to wrap his hands around hers. He looked deep into her eyes, his tone dropping into an intensely soft, protective register. "You are structurally unwell and dealing with a severe fever, my Auntie. Please abandon the kitchen layout entirely. I will simply direct Mommy to handle my culinary needs. My singular desire is for your body to experience absolute rest; I strictly refuse to allow you to experience a single micro-fraction of stress or exhaustion, do you hear me?"
She felt her heart flutter under his touch. She whispered, "Very well... but you must deliver me your sacred promise that you will actually consume whatever is prepared for you."
A smooth, devastatingly charming, and highly enigmatic smile crossed his face as he locked his gaze onto her eyes. Instantly, a powerful wave of internal static hit Sailubah’s system, causing her heart to race wildly as she found herself on the absolute verge of losing her composure.
Ramadan clearly detected the psychological impact of his presence. He gently reached up, smoothly caressing the side of her face with his thumb, his voice dropping into a whisper: "I deliver you my sacred promise, my Auntie. I will eat."
She fell into absolute, stunned silence. He turned, opened the door, and prepared to step out into the hallway. Suddenly, using a highly strained, deeply vulnerable vocal register, she called out from the bed: "For the sake of Almighty Allah... please promise me that you will completely skip attending the luxury nightclub (Club) tonight."
Ramadan knew with absolute certainty that if he made the mistake of turning around and locking his eyes onto her face at that exact moment, he would permanently disrupt her capacity to experience a single second of peaceful sleep tonight. Therefore, maintaining his gaze strictly forward, he replied softly, "Very well. I hear you."
"Is that a sacred promise?"
"It is a promise." With that final word, he stepped out and closed the door.
An immense wave of deep tranquility and emotional relief washed over Sailubah’s soul. She knew with absolute certainty that the very micro-second Ramadan delivered his word on a matter, his character was entirely incapable of violating it.

Chapter 2 — Part 7

She collapsed back onto her silk pillows, her mind immediately shifting into a deep evaluation of Zee’s psychological crisis. She whispered to her soul: Oh, may God protect her. As we speak right now, she must be drowning in a massive ocean of desperate tears in her room.
A soft smile crossed her lips as she pondered the concept. What on earth is this mysterious disease called love anyway? The absolute reality was that Sailubah possessed zero functional understanding of romantic love. Every single time a male suitor attempted to initiate a romantic spark within her heart, Ramadan was always waiting in the shadows to systematically execute a total shutdown of the operation before she could even taste the excitement. As far as her life blueprint was concerned, her singular, unyielding target was to secure a marriage contract with an absolute billionaire. Trapped within the matrix of these deep thoughts, the thief of sleep smoothly bypassed her defenses and stole her away into a deep slumber.
Meanwhile, over in the main estate wing, Ramadan quietly monitored Fawas and Khamis as they finalized dressing in premium streetwear, preparing to depart for an elite metropolitan nightclub. He stated flatly, "I am completely bowing out of the club excursion tonight."
They snapped their heads around in shock. "For what exact reason?!"
Ramadan replied smoothly, "My Auntie explicitly placed a draconian embargo on my transit tonight. She forbade my attendance."
Khamis threw his hands up in deep frustration. "Oh, come on! Why on earth does Auntie Luuvah consistently execute these strict restrictions over your social life?!"
Fawas shrugged, adjusting his jacket. "Forget it, guys. Let's drop the nightclub plan entirely; we are cancelling the trip."
Ramadan let out a smooth laugh. "I knew with absolute certainty that both of you would immediately fold the moment I pulled out."
Khamis clicked his tongue loudly, muttering, "I swear by Allah, I was highly desperate to step out and catch some premium relaxation tonight. This is exhausting." Left with absolutely zero alternative, the young men simply restructured their itinerary and departed to visit their respective female suitors instead.

Chapter 2 — Part 8

Over at her family residence, Zee was currently sitting directly before her biological parents, weeping hysterically and creating a massive scene of emotional distress.
Terribly shaken by her violent tears, her parents leaned forward in deep panic, desperately demanding to know the source of her trauma.
Zee sniffled loudly, amplifying the drama as she delivered her ultimate ultimatum: "I swear to you by the living God, Baba... I have developed an absolute, visceral hatred toward Surajo! I completely despise his existence with every fiber of my being! Do not dare force my hand into a permanent marriage contract with that man, because I am structurally and emotionally incapable of rendering a single fraction of wifely obedience toward his authority! And as you well know, the absolute core foundational pillar of a successful marriage is obedience. I swear by the Holy Quran, Mama, Baba, I will never obey him! I strictly demand that you release me from this nightmare right now!"
Because her parents were exceptionally loving, deeply protective individuals who practically worshiped the happiness of their children, they immediately surrendered to her tears. They began to gently soothe her mind, delivering an absolute guarantee: "Dry your tears, our beautiful daughter. Tomorrow morning, we will officially dispatch a formal legal delegation to return his marriage dowry (Sadaki) straight to his family. He won't even possess the right to step foot into this estate ever again."
Instantly, an immense wave of psychological relief washed over Zee’s entire system. The moment she secured her freedom, she dialed Sailubah's smartphone, enthusiastically recounting the successful execution of her domestic coup.
Sailubah listened closely, a soft frown marring her forehead. "To be completely candid with you, Zee, I harbor deep regrets regarding this sudden termination. If both of you had simply invested the necessary emotional labor to cultivate mutual understanding, it would have yielded a far superior outcome for your future."
Zee clicked her tongue in deep irritation, snapping, "I swear by Allah, Sailubah, your perspective is completely broken on this matter! If your soul possessed a single micro-fraction of understanding regarding the raw, burning friction and agonizing torment currently ripping through my heart, your lips would never dare to utter such insensitive commentary!"

Chapter 2 — Part 9

The following afternoon, around exactly two o'clock, they had a critical university lecture scheduled on their roster. Ramadan smoothly steered his luxury vehicle into Sailubah’s courtyard to pick her up.
He walked into her lounge, evaluating her appearance as she sat elegantly on the sofa. "My Auntie, the hours are ticking away; let's move."
She looked at him coolly, remaining completely stationary. "I am entirely incapable of transiting to the university campus today."
He creased his forehead. "But I am actively scanning your physical status right now, and you look completely vibrant and healthy. What exact medical crisis is preventing your feet from moving?"
She snapped back, "My soul understands precisely what my internal anatomy is experiencing, and that is completely sufficient for me."
Ramadan’s tone instantly shifted into a highly serious, authoritative, and structurally profound register. "Listen to me closely, my Auntie: a critical day of reckoning is rapidly approaching in your life, a day when your eyes will look around in absolute desperation, weeping blood just to access the structural security of an education, only to find that the opportunity has permanently vanished from your reach. Why on earth do you harbor such a toxic, lazy disregard toward your academic studies? Education possesses an immense, non-negotiable value for your survival! This exact window of youth represents your singular, high-stakes golden opportunity; if you carelessly allow it to slip through your fingers, it is gone forever into the void. Even if we evaluate your best friend, Auntie Zee, her passion for academic excellence completely eclipses your standard by a massive margin. Yet, whenever an evaluation is initiated, you swiftly deploy that classic, lazy defense mechanism, claiming: 'Well, I am certainly not the singular woman on earth who chooses to neglect her studies.'"
She flashed him a fiercely arrogant, icy glare. Dropping her tone into a deeply condescending cadence, she interrupted, "Allow me to ask your small mind a highly critical question right now, Ramadan."
Ramadan locked his eyes onto hers, maintaining perfect, unyielding silence.
She leaned forward, tracing his features. "Between you and me, who on earth occupies the senior position of elder sibling?"
"You do," he replied calmly.
"Then for what earthly reason do you consistently have the audacity to corner my life, unleashing these relentless, arrogant lectures against my choices as though you were the administrative master of this family and I was merely your uneducated younger sister?!"
Ramadan let out a soft, patient sigh. "My Auntie, your mind is completely failing to register the core blueprint of reality. When an educational opportunity manifests in your life, you grab it with both hands and squeeze tightly, because you are the singular beneficiary who will harvest its fruits in the future. I am actively attempting to insulate your future from a catastrophic marital trap—a dark scenario where you marry a highly restrictive, traditional husband who places an absolute embargo on his wife stepping outside the front doors to pursue her dreams, forcefully terminating your intellect at a time when your soul is screaming for growth."
She dismissed his warning with a confident toss of her head. "I have already meticulously mapped out, engineered, and secured the absolute blueprint of my future matrimonial life within my soul. Insha Allah, my marriage will manifest with absolute luxury and flawless alignment, exactly how it matches my status."
"Oh, really?" Ramadan murmured, his eyes narrowing.
"Without a single shadow of a doubt," she declared.
"Well... I am receiving an intensely strong, intuitive premonition deep within my bones that your life will completely fail to manifest according to your calculations. Not at all."
She flashed him a violently intense, black glare, her voice sharp as glass. "Insha Allah, I will secure a magnificent reality that expands far beyond the wildest dreams of my soul, you absolute toxic bringer of bad omens! Look, just turn around and march out of my sight immediately. Stop suffocating my lounge with your endless chatter, you arrogant little boy!" She finalized her words by visibly hardening her features to display her deep rage.
Ramadan simply smiled a smooth, unbothered smile. "Very well then. May Almighty Allah swiftly restore your absolute health, my Auntie. I will see you upon my return from campus." He turned and walked toward the grand exit door.
Just as his hand touched the handle, she called out from the sofa, "Ramadan!"
He paused, turning his head smoothly. "I am listening."
She shot him another quick glare, though her voice dropped its aggressive edge, keeping her face completely serious. "You look exceptionally handsome in that outfit today."
Ramadan smirked, walking back across the grand lounge until he was standing directly over her sofa. He smoothly reached out, wrapping his hand around hers while gently placing his palm against her forehead to evaluate her temperature. Noting the absence of any feverish heat, he murmured, "May Allah deliver absolute health to your system, my Auntie. You also look incredibly beautiful today."
She looked away, silent. Ramadan smoothly lifted her hand, placed a soft, lingering kiss against her skin, and turned toward the exit, calling back, "I am officially departing now."
She tracked his exiting silhouette with her eyes, her senses entirely intoxicated by the expensive, masculine trail of his premium designer perfume.

Chapter 2 — Part 10

Barely a few short minutes after Ramadan navigated his vehicle out of the estate layout, Abbas reported to the mansion for his scheduled courtship visit.
Sailubah sprinted through an incredibly rapid, highly strategic grooming and beauty routine in her quarters; her singular, burning motivation was to step outside and personally evaluate the extreme ugliness that Ramadan had meticulously attributed to Abbas’s character.
The moment they finalized their formal traditional greetings in the visitor's lounge, she locked her eyes onto his frame, executing an intense, microscopic visual interrogation.
Wow... okay, let's look at the data, she thought.
The absolute reality was that Abbas possessed a highly pronounced, deep dark complexion, and his features certainly didn't align with the elite tier of male model aesthetics. Furthermore, it was an undeniable reality that his teeth structure was slightly prominent; however, the physical reality of his appearance was nowhere near the monstrous, repulsive caricature that Ramadan had carefully painted in her imagination. He possessed a perfectly respectable, decent level of masculine attractiveness baseline for a regular man.
But as she sat there, an absolute wave of visceral disgust and rejection suddenly saturated her heart. She realized with absolute clarity that she was completely incapable of tolerating his presence. Ramadan’s psychological programming had successfully achieved its target—he had permanently injected an unyielding poison of hatred into her soul against this man.
Abbas shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze, coughing softly. "You have fallen into absolute, heavy silence, Sailubah. Why on earth are you staring at my features with such intensity?"
She took a deep breath, her tone freezing over. "Hmm... I am simply experiencing a deep wave of regret regarding the devastating news my lips are about to deliver to your ears."
Abbas looked at her, his eyes softening with deep, sincere affection. "Absolutely anything that proceeds from your beautiful lips can never bring regret to my heart, Sailubah. Speak freely."
She looked him dead in the eye and stated flatly, "I have officially secured my permanent husband. My marriage contract is completely spoken for."
Abbas’s face instantly paled, his posture collapsing as a look of intense shock hit his system. "Are you... are you delivering me the absolute, unadulterated truth before God? Because..."
She ruthlessly cut off his words. "I possess absolutely zero reason to manufacture a lie before your face."
Abbas fell into a profound, suffocating silence, the raw weight of emotional heartbreak visibly breaking his spirit. After a prolonged, agonizing silence, he cleared his throat, his voice cracking: "Very well then. May Almighty Allah swiftly bless my life with a worthy woman who possesses your exact beauty and character the moment I depart from these gates."
She replied coolly, "I highly hope you locate a woman who comfortably surpasses my standard."
"Thank you," he muttered brokenly. She stood by the window, watching in absolute silence as he turned his vehicle around and accelerated out of her family compound, his dreams entirely shattered.

Chapter 2 — Part 11

The very micro-second she stepped into Grandmother’s private living quarters, her smartphone began vibrating aggressively with an incoming call from Zee.
She slid the green button, inquiring, "What is the update, Zee?"
From the other end of the line, Zee’s voice came through full of high-stakes urgency. "Hmm... just sit tight and prepare for my immediate arrival at your mansion."
"May Allah bring you in safety," Sailubah replied, disconnecting the line.
Grandmother looked up from her traditional seating mat, adjusting her spectacles. "How is your body feeling now, my daughter? Has the fever broken?"
"It has significantly subsided, Grandmother; I am feeling much lighter," Sailubah replied smoothly. She then softened her expression, adopting a highly sweet, vulnerable, and pleading vocal register. "Grandmother... to be completely honest, my soul is experiencing an intense, visceral craving to consume traditional millet tuwo (Tuwon Dawa) paired with premium sorrel soup (Miyar Kubewa) today."
Grandmother let out a warm laugh, nodding. "Well, if that is what your body requires, we shall ensure it is freshly prepared for your nutrition this afternoon."

Chapter 2 — Part 12

At exactly half past six in the evening, Zee arrived at the mansion, her emotional state completely volatile. She burst into the room, collapsing onto the bed. "My absolute confidante... my soul is currently trapped within a terrifying, catastrophic crisis!"
Sailubah looked at her coolly from the dressing mirror, popping her gum. "Oh, please! If your soul didn't choose to dive headfirst into a crisis, people would actively look for you to ask what went wrong. Terminating a long-term relationship with Surajo in a single day is a massive emotional shock; it was never going to leave your system smoothly without a fight."
Zee violently snapped her head around, her eyes wide with desperate intensity. "I swear to you by the Almighty God, Sailubah, I have completely wiped the very memory of Surajo from my existence! He has been systematically excised from my heart archives forever! My singular, all-consuming crisis right now is Khamis!"
Sailubah froze, turning around slowly.
"Oh my god, Sailubah... that young boy has successfully executed a total, catastrophic demolition of my sanity today!" Zee wailed, burying her face in her hands. "He has violently injected a massive, uncontrollable surge of love into my heart within a single afternoon! Wow... so it turns out that all those times I stood around claiming his presentation and grooming merely 'fascinated my mind,' my soul was already drowning in deep love for him all along! Is this exactly how love ruthlessly ambushes a human heart without warning?! Oh, god, look at my shame, Zee! What on earth am I supposed to do with this raging passion for a small boy whom I comfortably outage by five solid years?!" Fresh, hot tears began streaming down her face.
Weeping hysterically, she continued her confession: "Listen to what manifested on campus today, Sailubah. The moment I stepped out of my department building after lectures, I was walking with highly sluggish, completely exhausted steps because a sudden wave of deep fatigue had hit my system. I wasn't paying microscopic attention to the terrain ahead of my feet. Suddenly, I violently tripped over an architectural ridge. I lost my balance completely, stumbling forward, on the absolute verge of executing a horrific face-plant onto the concrete pavement. Out of nowhere, he smoothly navigated a sharp corner at high speed..."
Zee paused, her breath hitching as her eyes went wide with the vivid memory. "Before I could even scream, his strong arms aggressively wrapped around my waist, pulling my entire anatomy flush against his chest! Sailubah... my head landed squarely against the solid frame of his chest! Sailubah... my olfactory senses completely consumed the explosive, intoxicating trail of his premium designer perfume! Sailubah... I swear to you, my heart literally stopped beating, and my entire nervous system experienced a terrifying, chaotic short-circuit because of the raw, electric sensation of physical proximity that instantly enveloped my soul!"
Zee slowly lowered her head, falling into absolute, heavy silence as her tears continued to cascade down her cheeks. After a prolonged pause, she raised her head, locking her wide, desperate eyes onto Sailubah, who was currently standing in the center of the room with her mouth wide open, her eyes popping, and her jaw completely dropped in absolute shock.
Zee whispered with absolute raw vulnerability, "I swear by the living God, Sailubah... at that exact micro-second, my soul experienced a desperate desire to remain permanently anchored against his chest for the rest of eternity, just to feel the rhythm of his body and allow his scent to saturate my existence."
Sailubah swallowed hard, her heart racing as she leaned forward, completely gripped by the high-stakes drama. She whispered breathlessly, "And then what happened next?! Tell me immediately!"

Chapter 2 — Part 13

Meanwhile, over in his private luxury lounge, Ramadan looked at Khamis, a smooth, comforting smile on his face. "Relax your mind completely, my friend. I beg of you for the sake of Allah, drop the panic."
Khamis paced back and forth across the rug, his hands shaking. "I have completely lost the capacity to execute a single logical thought, Ramadan! This entire administrative crisis has penetrated the deepest layers of my subconscious mind. I am entirely paralyzed; from what exact dimension are he and I even supposed to initiate our very first romantic conversation?!"
Ramadan smirked arrogantly, shifting his weight. "Hmm... you can completely check out of worrying about how to initiate the romance, my friend. Given the high-voltage signals she was throwing in your face on our first visit, she has already answered the question for you. Just clear your mind and relax, because there are an immense number of strategic pathways to navigate this..."
Back in the bedroom, Sailubah’s expression instantly twisted into deep disgust and boiling rage. She snapped fiercely, "I swear to you, Zee, I have never in my entire life witnessed a woman who possesses such a toxic lack of basic self-respect and dignity as you! Under what earthly justification are your emotions driving you to chase a small boy, completely dragging your family honor and premium social status through the mud?! Look at the reality right now: the signals are completely clear that Ramadan has successfully detected your cheap secrets! He knows everything!"
Zee’s expression hardened, her tone shifting into a cold, defiant register. "I possess absolutely zero concern regarding whether Ramadan has unlocked the secrets of my heart or not. The absolute reality is that my soul was already deeply captured by Khamis’s essence long before today. Honestly, I am highly ecstatic that Ramadan detected it, because I know with absolute certainty that his brilliant mind will never hesitate to deploy his full strategic assistance to secure my happiness."
Sailubah cut her off fiercely, "But Zee—"
"I swear by Allah, Sailubah, absolutely anything your lips are about to utter right now will completely fail to penetrate my heart!" Zee interrupted aggressively, her eyes flashing with pure rage. "My soul has already permanently fallen deep into the complex trap of his love. I am receiving clear indicators that you possess zero understanding of life dynamics, simply because your cold heart has never tasted the raw power of true love!"
Sailubah instantly stood up, marched straight into her private bathroom, and shut the door. After a few minutes, she emerged, completely composed. She asked flatly, "Are we officially transiting to Saudat’s matrimonial residence right now, or are you going to sit there wasting our timeline?"
Zee shot her an aggressive glare, turning her face away in defiance.
A soft, knowing smile crossed Sailubah’s lips. She walked over, gently placing a hand over Zee’s tense shoulder. "Listen to me, my friend... if you don't successfully secure your position as Khamis’s permanent legal wife, the entire balance of our social circle will fall apart. In fact, looking at the data carefully right now, I am actively realizing that both of you possess an extraordinary level of premium compatibility. However, I highly advise you to navigate this terrain with extreme patience and tactical calmness; if you execute your moves with reckless speed, the outcome will turn catastrophic for your heart. I swear by Allah, I fully comprehend your vulnerability now, despite all the aggressive taunts you threw at my face claiming I know nothing of love. I promise you, I will actively make an effort to understand how this emotion operates."
Zee smiled warmly, an immense wave of relief washing across her features at her best friend's validation. "Thank you deeply, Sailubah. I give immense praise to Allah that your mind has finally processed my reality. I will not hide a single truth from your soul: my psychological distress was strictly divided into two distinct battles—your harsh refusal to understand my heart, and my all-consuming, fierce passion for Khamis. Now that my side is secure on your end, I feel highly liberated. What is our official tactical move regarding Khamis right now?"
Sailubah took a deep breath, her eyes sharpening with strategy. "My primary directive to you is this: you must drastically minimize the intensity of your exposed fixation over him."
Zee sighed deeply. "I swear by Allah, Sailubah, I possessed absolutely zero conscious control over my anatomy when my mind became entirely paralyzed watching his presentation earlier today. I honestly have zero knowledge regarding how I became so violently captured by his essence. I am a woman of high society! I command an immense level of premium traditional modesty and ironclad self-control! You know my track record perfectly well. Yet, within a single afternoon, my entire system has been completely turned upside down." Fresh tears pricked her eyes.
For the very first time throughout this crisis, a profound wave of genuine empathy and compassion for her friend hit Sailubah’s heart. She fell into silence, her analytical brain rapidly running various strategic scenarios to locate a loophole. Finally, she looked up, her voice firm. "We will never lack a brilliant solution to this problem, Zee. Settle your mind and relax your system."

Chapter 2 — Part 14

Later that afternoon, as the sun began its descent, they executed their transit to Saudat’s matrimonial residence in the Rijiyar Zaki district. Upon their arrival, they found her sitting in her luxury lounge, her face completely masked in deep emotional distress and depression.
Zee creased her forehead, asking immediately, "Why on earth is your face covered in such heavy sadness, Saudat? You are a fresh bride on the absolute honeymoon phase of her marriage!"
Saudat let out a bitter, hollow laugh. "Please, just spare my ears! It turns out that entering a polygamous marriage contract as a co-wife with an established senior wife is an absolute, living nightmare!"
Sailubah and Zee simultaneously widened their eyes, demanding, "What on earth occurred?! Is everything structurally sound?!"
"Everything is completely broken!" Saudat wailed, her voice cracking. "Do you know that ever since the traditional marriage convoy deposited my anatomy inside this mansion, my eyes have completely failed to lock onto the physical face of my own husband?!"
Sailubah gasped, "What do you mean by that statement?!"
"I swear by Allah, Sailubah! The singular way I even validate his physical existence inside this house is by listening to the booming resonance of his voice and his loud, enthusiastic laughter echoing from the private quarters of my senior co-wife! He completely isolates his presence there!"
Zee’s eyes popped out of her head. "After all that massive, high-profile romance he publicly displayed toward your soul during the courtship?!"
Sailubah slammed her hand against the armrest. "Tab! And you simply sat there like a coward, folding your arms and allowing them to subject your dignity to this absolute disrespect?!"
Saudat wiped a tear away. "From what dimension am I supposed to launch a counter-move? The senior wife simply marches into my wing at scheduled hours, drops off a plate of food before my face, turns on her heel, and departs back to his arms..."
Before Sailubah could unleash a fierce verbal response, the heavy, deep resonance of the master of the house's voice suddenly echoed from the grand entrance hallway—he was entering the mansion alongside Ramadan and Khamis. He called out to the young men in a highly animated, hospitable tone: "Step right inside, gentlemen! She is comfortably seated in the main lounge."
Ramadan and Khamis stepped into the grand lounge, delivering their traditional Islamic greetings (Sallama).
Instantly, Zee’s heart slammed against her ribs like a sledgehammer. She swiftly cast her eyes tightly toward the rug, completely refusing to risk the psychological stability of her system by executing a single glance toward Khamis.
Saudat jumped up from her seat, her face illuminating with joy. "Oh, my beloved younger brothers have arrived!"
Khamis smiled smoothly, his posture elegant. "Good afternoon, Auntie Saudat. I hope you are experiencing absolute peace?"
"Everything is perfectly fine, my brother," she replied warmly.
Ramadan delivered his formal greetings as well, before tracking his sharp eyes directly onto his cousin Sailubah. He stated flatly, "Get up immediately. We are initiating our departure right now."
Sailubah shot him a fiercely arrogant glare, snapping, "Are you completely insane? Our feet barely touched the rugs of this lounge a few minutes ago!"
Ramadan countered coolly, maintaining an unshakeable, alpha posture. "We are departing this location immediately. If you choose to sit there, you will have to find an alternative transit, because we are heading out."
She puffed her lip out, turning to Saudat. "Look at the absolute audacity of my little brother! For the sake of Allah, just grant us a tiny window of a few minutes before we transit."
Ramadan remained completely silent, his face a mask of absolute, unyielding stone.
Saudat sighed, gesturing toward the hallway. "You see the absolute psychological warfare I am dealing with inside this house, don't you? He hasn't even stepped foot into my private lounge since we arrived." She dropped her voice into a bitter whisper, adding, "I swear by Allah, later tonight, you will hear the booming resonance of his laughter and joy echoing from her quarters again."
Sailubah’s eyes burned with a fierce, calculating tactical brilliance. She leaned forward, her voice dropping into an intensely sharp, strategic whisper: "Hmm... let me deliver you an absolute blueprint, Saudat. If I occupied your position inside this house today, I would ruthlessly dismantle their entire operation from the roots. I would execute a complete tactical takedown using absolute cold water. Listen to my strategy closely: your first assignment is to completely, systematically detach your mind from his existence. Ignore his presence entirely. Your second assignment is to completely restructure your relationship with the senior wife; you must lower your guard and become exceptionally close to her anatomy, because you currently possess zero intelligence regarding what exact spiritual or psychological leverage she is deploying against his mind. You must penetrate her personal space to extract the data.
The very micro-second you wake up tomorrow morning, finalize your domestic chores ahead of schedule. March directly into her kitchen layout, bow your head with immense humility, and say: 'I have reported to your station explicitly to render my unpaid labor and assist you with your chores today.' No matter how aggressively she repels your advances or commands you to depart, do not budge for a single second! Completely neutralize her defenses by displaying absolute, unyielding traditional respect, submission, and absolute obedience! It is through this exact psychological subversion that you will systematically eliminate her hostility. Ensure that you transform her private bedroom into your regular sanctuary under the pretext of seeking her mentorship and engaging in sisterly chats. It is within that intimate space that you will swiftly unlock her tactical blueprint and see where she is heading.
As for the husband, if he happens to march into her quarters and discovers your presence there, you will strictly render a highly formal, brief traditional greeting. The very micro-second the greeting is finalized, exit the space immediately, wishing them a peaceful night. This exact calculated detachment will violently trigger a massive wave of profound psychological distress and guilt within his masculine conscience; his mind will begin running chaotic calculations, wondering why on earth his abusive neglect is completely failing to break your spirit, and what exact power is driving your stability. Meanwhile, the senior co-wife’s heart will experience an immense surge of security and pride; she will foolishly conclude that you possess zero romantic interest in the husband, causing her to completely drop her guard and welcome you into her core operations.
But you... let it be known that your mission is absolutely not driven by pure holy intentions! You are executing a high-stakes espionage operation! Through her dropped defenses, you will swiftly extract every single micro-fraction of data regarding his weaknesses and her strategies. Once the full intelligence folder is in your possession, you will smoothly execute a complete, cold-blooded sabotage of her plans, capture your husband's mind, and permanently secure your dominion over his fortunes—since you will now understand precisely where the leverage lies! But throughout this entire operation, you must tightly anchor your soul to Almighty Allah; He is the singular force who commands execution, and He is the singular shield who blocks failure!"
Saudat took a deep breath, her eyes illuminating with tactical clarity. "Wow... thank you infinitely, Sailubah. I will aggressively deploy this exact blueprint and monitor the data. May Allah grant us absolute victory."
"Amen," they murmured.
Zee chimed in, her face hardening with aggressive pride. "You better protect your dignity, sister! Because I swear by Allah, if I occupied your shoes, they would have to dispatch a police unit to separate our bodies, because I would ruthlessly dismantle her family tree! The husband does not belong to her lineage alone; he is shared capital!"
Khamis, who had been standing quietly by the archway, suddenly locked his intense, burning eyes directly onto Zee’s face, maintaining a highly charged, silent gaze for several long seconds.
Ramadan stepped forward, breaking the tension as he looked at Saudat. "I swear by Allah, Auntie, my highly specialized advice to your ears is to render absolute traditional modesty, obedience, and wifely submission to your legal husband. Do not dare follow the toxic, highly destructive advice of my older cousin. You know her track record perfectly well—she is an absolute master at violently shattering successful structures into pieces, while possessing zero functional ability to execute a single repair."
Zee snapped her head up, locking her eyes onto Ramadan’s face. "She will render her wifely obedience according to the strategy!"
Sailubah instantly stood up from the sofa, smoothing down her premium Ankara skirt, her eyes burning with rage. She stepped directly into Ramadan’s face, snarling, "She will execute my blueprint down to the last syllable! And as for your claim that I am incapable of executing repairs? You know me perfectly well, Ramadan—I am a certified, high-voltage agent of chaos (She'daniya)! I swear to you by the living God, Ramadan, you better exit my visual field right now before I permanently lose my temper and unleash a nightmare upon your head!"
The tension in the grand lounge escalated to an absolute boiling point. The entire group stood up, including Zee. Ramadan slowly raised both of his hands in a calm, mock gesture of absolute surrender, a smooth smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, fine. Grant me your absolute forgiveness, my supreme Auntie."
Sailubah completely bypassed his presence, ignoring his words entirely as she stormed out of the grand lounge. Saudat walked alongside them, escorting the group out into the grand courtyard.
As they reached the vehicle bay, Ramadan turned around, looking at Zee with a calm, calculating expression. "Auntie Zee, we executed our transit here today using two separate luxury vehicles. Therefore, looking at the logistics..." He paused, turning to face his friend. "Are you sliding into my passenger seat so I can transport you back to your family estate, or is Khamis handling your transportation logistics?"
Before Zee could even formulate a soft response, Khamis immediately stepped forward, his voice dropping into an intensely smooth, dominant alpha cadence. "What on earth are you talking about, you greedy driver? You are already tasked with transporting Auntie Luuvah, given the reality that both of you occupy the exact same residential street—or rather, the exact same family estate. Isn't that the correct logical alignment? Therefore, Auntie Zee belongs entirely to my passenger lounge; I will personally handle her transit straight to her residence." He delivered these final words while shifting his gaze directly onto Zee's blushing face, offering her a dazzling, highly suggestive smile.
Sailubah smirked, whispering to her own soul: Wow... look at these little boys. They truly believe they can play these cheap psychological games with our minds. They have clearly organized this entire automotive script behind our backs just to deliver this elaborate performance.
She turned to Zee, smiling smoothly. "That alignment represents perfect logistics." With that final statement, she opened the door and slid into Ramadan’s luxury vehicle.
Zee took a deep, shaky breath, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothly stepped into the leather passenger seat of Khamis’s sports car.
Ramadan flashed a sharp, victorious wink toward Khamis. Khamis smiled a highly confident, masculine smile, stepping into the driver's seat, thoroughly ecstatic that their older cousins possessed absolutely zero awareness that their secret romantic plot had just been perfectly executed.
The moment their sports car cleared the exit gates, Ramadan ignited his engine and accelerated into the main road, trailing smoothly behind them.

Chapter 2 — Part 15

As they navigated the metropolitan traffic with calm, calculated smoothness, Ramadan cast a brief glance toward the passenger seat. "My Auntie... I highly advise you to actively practice the art of repairing human situations, and permanently cease your passion for breaking them apart."
"From what exact dimension am I breaking things?" she snapped.
"How on earth can your lips boldly command a fresh bride to completely, systematically ignore her own legal husband? That is an absolute recipe for domestic disaster."
Sailubah completely cold-shouldered his commentary, turning her face toward the window and rendering him entirely invisible.
Ramadan, completely unbothered by her silence, maintained his trajectory. However, his psychological programming required her verbal engagement. He adjusted the steering wheel with one hand, casting another smooth glance toward her silhouette. "Come on, for the sake of Allah, my Auntie... you need to actively listen to my direction. Cease these destructive behaviors. Look at how aggressively you just manipulated that vulnerable woman into executing an elaborate campaign of deception against her fellow sister. If a rival woman deployed that exact same covert strategy against your own future marriage layout..."
Furious and completely saturated with boiling rage, she aggressively cut off his words, shouting: "Who on earth authorized your small lips to claim that I manipulated her?! I simply analyzed her administrative crisis and delivered the exact strategic counseling that perfectly matches her survival!"
Ramadan immediately fell into absolute, heavy silence, a quiet, completely victorious smile spreading across his face. He had successfully achieved his target—he wanted to break her ice and force her lips to speak, and she had delivered exactly what his mind required.
He maintained this perfect silence throughout the remainder of the transit until he smoothly steered the vehicle into their family compound. The very micro-second he finalized the park, Sailubah popped her door open and stormed out of the vehicle with intense, burning rage.
Ramadan quietly tracked her furious stride through the rearview mirror, letting out a rich, deeply satisfied chuckle.
Sailubah marched straight into her private luxury quarters, slammed the heavy oak door shut, and aggressively turned the key inside the lock—because her psychological intuition informed her with absolute certainty that Ramadan’s unyielding character would never allow him to simply leave her alone tonight without executing another round of his games.

Chapter 2 — Part 16

Meanwhile, inside Khamis’s luxury sports car, an absolute, heavy silence saturated the entire cabin space. Neither Khamis nor Zee uttered a single syllable.
However, Zee was completely incapable of maintaining her composure; at regular, brief intervals, her eyes would involuntarily snap around to steal an intense, lingering look at Khamis’s masculine profile, simply because the raw fury of her heart completely paralyzed her capacity to resist his presence.
The moment Khamis smoothly steered the vehicle to a perfect stop directly outside the grand gates of her family residence, he turned his body completely toward her seat. He looked deep into her eyes, dropping his voice into an incredibly soft, rich, and deeply emotional register: "My beautiful Auntie... we have officially arrived at your sanctuary."
Despite the undeniable reality that Zee was fully aware they had arrived, his vocal delivery had such a high-voltage, seductive impact on her nervous system that she swiftly turned her head to look at him, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. That specific register of his voice had penetrated the deepest layers of her emotional defenses to an extraordinary degree.
Khamis clearly detected the massive psychological impact of his words. He smoothly slid out of the driver's seat, walked around the hood of the car, and gently opened the passenger door for her frame—executing the exact, premium chivalrous protocol that a deeply infatuated man performs for the queen of his heart.
As she prepared to step out and reach into the footwell for her luxury designer handbag, Khamis moved with rapid grace, smoothly capturing the handles of the bag before her fingers could touch them. He looked down into her eyes, murmuring softly, "Your physical energy archives are completely depleted, and you are carrying an immense wave of exhaustion right now, my beautiful Auntie. If your soul grants me the official administrative clearance, I would highly love to personally escort your anatomy and deliver this bag straight into your family lounge." He finalized his request by jabbing an intensely deep, hypnotic look directly into her eyes—the exact kind of powerful alpha stare that forces a mighty king to bow down and render humble submission to his servant.
Her heart completely melted into liquid. She quickly gasped, "I grant you full clearance."
Khamis locked his eyes onto her features, maintaining a steady, unblinking gaze.
Zee blushed deeply, her heart racing as she whispered, "Is everything structurally sound with my face? Why on earth are you staring at me with such intensity?"
A brilliant, dazzling smile broke across his handsome face. He murmured, "I swear by Allah, my mind has suddenly entered a massive whirlpool of deep reflection. Throughout the entire history of my interaction with your presence, Auntie Zee... my ears have never once tasted the extraordinary sweetness and melody of your voice as they have on this very day."
An absolute surge of pure, ecstatic joy hit Zee’s system, to the extent that she felt the sensation could literally kill her with happiness. She managed to whisper, "So... it is only today that your ears fina