She quickly finished opening it and placed them on him. She rubbed her eyes and opened them again. He was smiling at her, watching what she was doing. She suddenly burst into tears and said,
“I’m finished. He has come back again.”
In surprise, he said, “It’s as if you’ve seen a monster or a ghost.”
“You’re even worse than a monster.”
“Is this how you welcome someone when he returns? No hug, no smile, nothing—just harsh words.”
“I should hug you? Really?”
He smirked and moved to sit beside her. He gave her those sexy eyes, admiring how fresh she looked, noticing how her body had filled out while he was away. Was he the one restricting her before?
He smiled again and said, “Will I be lucky?”
She frowned and pushed her lips forward before standing up and heading to the kitchen. He followed her with his eyes, swallowing hard. She came back holding a tray with tea and a cup. She placed it in front of him and went back to sit on the other chair.
“Don’t you know how to serve someone water? Are you even sure you want to enter Paradise, Meeyah?”
Without looking at him, she replied, “If I try to enter, you can close the gate. And if you’re the one giving tickets, don’t give me one.”
He stared at her in shock, shook his head, and drank the water. Silence followed as they both focused on the TV where a movie titled Hot Love was playing. She was deeply absorbed in it.
He stood up from the three-seater couch and moved to her two-seater, sitting close to her. She turned to look at him briefly before facing the TV again.
He took her hand and intertwined it with his, squeezing gently. She looked at him and said, “What is it today?”
He kissed her hand and said, “Yes… today.”
She rolled her eyes and continued watching TV. He picked up the remote and turned it off.
“Why did you turn it off?”
He said nothing. Instead, he turned her to face him and softly said, “I know I wronged you badly, but please forgive me.”
She looked at him, confused.
He continued, “I’ll take you back home so you can have peace of mind. And I’ll stay away from you for some time if that will make you feel better.”
His words touched her deeply. Tears filled her eyes before she realized it.
He smiled and wiped her tears. “Will you give me a chance to come back into your life?”
“What chance?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He smiled warmly. “Can you stay with me for the rest of your life… or not?”
She quickly looked into his eyes, then looked away.
“I feel like you can… can’t you?” he said gently, squeezing her hand.
“I… I don’t understand what you mean.”
He turned her face toward him. “Look into my eyes and tell me the truth. I don’t want to deceive myself. Can you stay with me as my wife, or am I a burden to you, Meeyah?”
She remained silent, avoiding his gaze.
“Meeyah, your silence will hurt us. Feel free—it's me. There’s no shame between us.”
Still silent. He sighed, released her hand, and stood up. Looking at his wristwatch, he said, “If you have nothing to say, then pack your things. I’ll take you home.”
She quickly went to the room and returned within three minutes carrying a small suitcase, wearing a purple abaya with her scarf over her head.
He watched her smiling until she reached him. Taking the suitcase, he said jokingly, “Won’t I get at least two times?”
“Two what?”
He smiled. “Sex.”
She glared at him angrily.
“I’m joking, Madam.”
They left the house. The security guards stood up as they saw them. One of them opened the trunk of the black car and placed her suitcase inside.
They drove off in silence. After passing a shop, he told Alex to park. He handed Alex his ATM card and said, “Buy me an iPhone 15 Pro Max.”
“Okay, sir.” Alex stepped out.
He looked at Meerah, who was lost in thought, and held her hand.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” she replied weakly.
“Please, even when I’m not around, take care of yourself. Whatever happens, trust in God. Hold tightly to your religion the way I know you do. I know you’ll feel something when I’m gone, but don’t let the devil overcome you. You are mine… and you will be mine for the rest of my life.”
She nodded, fighting back tears.
“And another thing—I don’t want you moving around without your hijab, even inside the house. And no unnecessary outings or bad friends.”
She nodded again.
He gave her his Zenith Bank ATM card. “Don’t ask anyone for money. If you need anything, withdraw it. The PIN is 2800. There’s enough money inside for you.”
She took it silently.
He gave her the house key. “It’s the key to the house we stayed in. If you ever need privacy, you can go there.”
He pulled her into his arms. The tears she had been holding back finally fell. He placed a delicate chain around her neck.
“Whatever happens, keep this chain.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Alex returned with the phone. He inserted his SIM card into it and handed it to her.
“This is yours.”
She hugged him tightly and cried again. “Let’s go back. I don’t want to go home.”
He laughed. “And they say I’m the one in trouble.”
“I’m just joking.”
“I’m leaving Nigeria.”
She looked up quickly. “Where are you going?”
“India. For almost a year… maybe eight months.”
She fell silent.
When they reached her house, he pulled her close and kissed her. She responded, but when he began to lose control, she gently pulled away.
She stepped out of the car. “May God protect your journey and bring you back safely.”
“Ameen.”
She stood watching until the car disappeared.
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(The story continues with her reunion at home, her sisters questioning her, suspicion about who took her, and later her emotional conversation with Mama, where she confesses that she sinned with him and fears no man will marry her. Mama comforts her, saying forgiveness exists and that he asked for her hand in marriage.)
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She quickly finished opening it and placed them on him. She rubbed her eyes and opened them again. He was smiling at her, watching what she was doing. She suddenly burst into tears and said,
“I’m finished. He has come back again.”
In surprise, he said, “It’s as if you’ve seen a monster or a ghost.”
“You’re even worse than a monster.”
“Is this how you welcome someone when he returns? No hug, no smile, nothing—just harsh words.”
“I should hug you? Really?”
He smirked and moved to sit beside her. He gave her those sexy eyes, admiring how fresh she looked, noticing how her body had filled out while he was away. Was he the one restricting her before?
He smiled again and said, “Will I be lucky?”
She frowned and pushed her lips forward before standing up and heading to the kitchen. He followed her with his eyes, swallowing hard. She came back holding a tray with tea and a cup. She placed it in front of him and went back to sit on the other chair.
“Don’t you know how to serve someone water? Are you even sure you want to enter Paradise, Meeyah?”
Without looking at him, she replied, “If I try to enter, you can close the gate. And if you’re the one giving tickets, don’t give me one.”
He stared at her in shock, shook his head, and drank the water. Silence followed as they both focused on the TV where a movie titled Hot Love was playing. She was deeply absorbed in it.
He stood up from the three-seater couch and moved to her two-seater, sitting close to her. She turned to look at him briefly before facing the TV again.
He took her hand and intertwined it with his, squeezing gently. She looked at him and said, “What is it today?”
He kissed her hand and said, “Yes… today.”
She rolled her eyes and continued watching TV. He picked up the remote and turned it off.
“Why did you turn it off?”
He said nothing. Instead, he turned her to face him and softly said, “I know I wronged you badly, but please forgive me.”
She looked at him, confused.
He continued, “I’ll take you back home so you can have peace of mind. And I’ll stay away from you for some time if that will make you feel better.”
His words touched her deeply. Tears filled her eyes before she realized it.
He smiled and wiped her tears. “Will you give me a chance to come back into your life?”
“What chance?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He smiled warmly. “Can you stay with me for the rest of your life… or not?”
She quickly looked into his eyes, then looked away.
“I feel like you can… can’t you?” he said gently, squeezing her hand.
“I… I don’t understand what you mean.”
He turned her face toward him. “Look into my eyes and tell me the truth. I don’t want to deceive myself. Can you stay with me as my wife, or am I a burden to you, Meeyah?”
She remained silent, avoiding his gaze.
“Meeyah, your silence will hurt us. Feel free—it's me. There’s no shame between us.”
Still silent. He sighed, released her hand, and stood up. Looking at his wristwatch, he said, “If you have nothing to say, then pack your things. I’ll take you home.”
She quickly went to the room and returned within three minutes carrying a small suitcase, wearing a purple abaya with her scarf over her head.
He watched her smiling until she reached him. Taking the suitcase, he said jokingly, “Won’t I get at least two times?”
“Two what?”
He smiled. “Sex.”
She glared at him angrily.
“I’m joking, Madam.”
They left the house. The security guards stood up as they saw them. One of them opened the trunk of the black car and placed her suitcase inside.
They drove off in silence. After passing a shop, he told Alex to park. He handed Alex his ATM card and said, “Buy me an iPhone 15 Pro Max.”
“Okay, sir.” Alex stepped out.
He looked at Meerah, who was lost in thought, and held her hand.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” she replied weakly.
“Please, even when I’m not around, take care of yourself. Whatever happens, trust in God. Hold tightly to your religion the way I know you do. I know you’ll feel something when I’m gone, but don’t let the devil overcome you. You are mine… and you will be mine for the rest of my life.”
She nodded, fighting back tears.
“And another thing—I don’t want you moving around without your hijab, even inside the house. And no unnecessary outings or bad friends.”
She nodded again.
He gave her his Zenith Bank ATM card. “Don’t ask anyone for money. If you need anything, withdraw it. The PIN is 2800. There’s enough money inside for you.”
She took it silently.
He gave her the house key. “It’s the key to the house we stayed in. If you ever need privacy, you can go there.”
He pulled her into his arms. The tears she had been holding back finally fell. He placed a delicate chain around her neck.
“Whatever happens, keep this chain.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Alex returned with the phone. He inserted his SIM card into it and handed it to her.
“This is yours.”
She hugged him tightly and cried again. “Let’s go back. I don’t want to go home.”
He laughed. “And they say I’m the one in trouble.”
“I’m just joking.”
“I’m leaving Nigeria.”
She looked up quickly. “Where are you going?”
“India. For almost a year… maybe eight months.”
She fell silent.
When they reached her house, he pulled her close and kissed her. She responded, but when he began to lose control, she gently pulled away.
She stepped out of the car. “May God protect your journey and bring you back safely.”
“Ameen.”
She stood watching until the car disappeared.
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(The story continues with her reunion at home, her sisters questioning her, suspicion about who took her, and later her emotional conversation with Mama, where she confesses that she sinned with him and fears no man will marry her. Mama comforts her, saying forgiveness exists and that he asked for her hand in marriage.)