A highly secured city, complete with excellent schools and an office that monitors human trafficking in AFRICA... It stands as one of the most serene and peaceful cities, especially for undercover agents working tirelessly to provide peace and security to the people living in AFRICA...
UNOWAS
It serves as the Headquarters for United Nations operations in West Africa...
UNODC (UNITED NATIONS OFFICE ON DRUGS AND CRIME)
The office responsible for overseeing the global fight against human trafficking... Here is a brief profile of a highly brilliant, exceptionally young operative who has left top security officials astonished and intimidated... He has successfully uncovered deeply classified, hard-to-decipher secrets. A pure Northern Nigerian man, he is an indigene of the Bolawa tribe from FIKA LOCAL GOVERNMENT under YOBE STATE... He is at least 31 years old... As the white man says, "AGE IS JUST A NUMBER," and that is exactly the case for COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ... His young age is neither a flaw nor a disadvantage to him; he is a man whose intellect and heart possess a maturity that far exceeds his years... Security agencies and the world at large have nicknamed him the DESERT WOLF... He is an international soldier—a PEACEKEEPER... The operative who leads secret missions between AFRICA and WESTERN AFRICA... Furthermore, he is a SENIOR MILITARY ADVISER, offering strategic counsel on how to dismantle TRANSNATIONAL ORGANIZED CRIME... His office operates under the UNODC (UNITED NATIONS OFFICE ON DRUGS AND CRIME)... Due to his high rank, his office is remarkably massive, beautiful, and highly organized... In addition to this, he is entitled to highly luxurious and sprawling government accommodation, though he genuinely does not care for state-owned luxuries... Instead, he resides in one of his father’s grandest estates located in Senegal (Dakar)—a breathtaking, highly captivating mansion. Security personnel surround the property from every angle, safeguarding him and attending to his daily needs... COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ—the PEACEKEEPER and SENIOR MILITARY ADVISER... He is the son of PROFESSOR IBRAHIM KHALEEL, a renowned academic and a thoroughly accomplished international medical doctor... His mother is the FOUNDER AND GLOBAL PRESIDENT OF HSO, just as his grandfather was a Global Professor. In addition, his grandfather was a consummate politician who truly valued his people, holding numerous high-ranking titles in Nigeria and standing out as one of the prominent figures who drove robust national development... His mother’s twin sister is also a world-renowned INTERNATIONAL DOCTOR, highly celebrated for her exceptional work ethic and profound respect for human dignity... Lineage-wise, they are second to none; His Excellency Muhd Mubaraq was a highly powerful and influential king... This prestigious status is one of the factors that boosted COLONEL OMAIR’s global standing, making him the absolute favorite and pride of this unparalleled family... COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ is the epitome of a privileged child, the type featured in elite magazines. This luxury is explicitly reflected in his physical appearance, his demeanor, his daily outfits, and his personal routines... Physically, COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ stands exceptionally tall, reaching between 6'3" and 6'5". He possesses very broad shoulders typical of a dedicated military man who maintains his fitness through rigorous workouts. His chest is broad, defined by prominent yet elegant abs. His slim waist accentuates his powerful, muscular build... His gait is packed with confidence and authority—the unmistakable walk of a man deeply accustomed to commanding others... Because of this, whenever he walks into a room, people take notice instantly... Whenever light strikes his eyes, they shift color to a golden brown. He possesses a set of almond-shaped eyes adorned with long, natural eyelashes. His eyebrows are sharply angled, giving him a piercing, intense gaze. When he looks at you, it feels as though he is reading the absolute depths of your soul... His face is a striking diamond-oval shape, characterized by a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and a well-defined chin. Together, these features give his face a breathtakingly stunning appearance that profoundly shakes the heart of anyone who looks at him... His hair is thick, soft, jet-black, and naturally curly. His profile features a straight, prominent jawline like that of a high-fashion model... A smile is rarely seen on his face due to his reserved, taciturn (miskili) nature, but whenever he does smile, it causes hearts to flutter... As for his personality... He is highly reserved: he never speaks without a valid reason... To strangers, he appears cold-hearted, yet he is incredibly soft toward those he loves. He possesses strict, unbreakable discipline born from his military life. He is a man of absolute justice who completely detests any form of betrayal against one's country or family...
COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ’S LUXURIOUS ESTATE
Time: 7:50 AM He was lying across his royal king-size bed, resting his head on his left arm while gently closing his almond eyes... He was dressed in a black linen open-collar shirt paired with white trousers. His wrist bore a gold luxury watch alongside his signature rings. A subtle, highly captivating fragrance wafted from him, instilling an immediate sense of deep serenity in anyone who breathed it in... A single glance at his hair revealed how meticulously cared for it was; the curls lay perfectly flat and smooth, looking almost unlike typical African hair texture... His rich caramel complexion enhanced his overall striking beauty. Looking closely, one could tell he was deeply preoccupied in his solitude, letting out quiet sighs as he gently bit his full, two-toned lips, which were naturally pink and light brown... A fine older gentleman, roughly between 58 and 60 years old, was pacing back and forth across the bedroom. He kept repeating one specific complaint: "Omair, what exactly are you trying to turn me into now? A useless old man who breaks his promises, or what? I had already assured your mother that I would bring you back to Nigeria, but now you are trying to humiliate me in front of a young girl..." Hearing the final words uttered by his father—with whom he shared a striking resemblance—Omair opened his heavily lidded eyes and let out a warm, beautiful smile that could melt anyone's heart like cream... With a cool, reluctant demeanor, he curved his lips and replied in his signature husky, taciturn voice: "Thank God it’s a girl. You can easily change her mind... Just buy her a massive bundle of chocolates. I am very certain that will bring an end to the crisis." He spoke with a relaxed face, cocking a single eyebrow in a way that made Prof. Ibrahim Khalil realize his son was casually teasing him... Deeply frustrated, the Professor snapped, "My in-law!" Omair widened his eyes, knowing exactly how his father was playing with his titles; his father frequently switched between calling him Abba, In-law, or Abul Khair... Highly amused and playfully annoyed, Omair shot back, "Your mother!" Omair’s eyes widened slightly as he feigned shock. "Me?!" "Yes, you! Your mother!" Omair began blinking rapidly, putting on a thoroughly spoiled, pouting expression as he reached for his phone, saying, "So, living among Westerners has corrupted your manners, Dad? I am definitely going to tell Mom that you’ve started insulting her parents. Before you start biting and scratching, she had better put you in your place." Hearing Omair’s playful threat, the Professor swiftly snatched the phone from his hands, picked up a pillow, threw it at him, and said, "Silly boy... You disrespect me far too much, Omair. But I will make sure I deal the hell out of you!" He spoke with a face mimicking deep annoyance, yet his expression failed to hide his underlying affection, given that he wasn't truly angry at all. And why would he be? After all, Omair was his only beloved son, his absolute everything... Omair smiled warmly and said, "Sorry, Pops..." Frustrated, the Professor replied, "Keep your 'sorry', I’m not buying it..." Omair struggled to suppress his laughter to avoid annoying his father further. While they were in the middle of this banter, Omair's phone began to ring... Seeing who the caller was, the Professor handed the phone back to him. With a relaxed, casual gesture, Omair took the phone and pressed it to his ear... Without the reader knowing what was being said on the other side, Omair simply replied, "Okay, I will be waiting..." With a slight tone of exhaustion, Omair turned to his father and said, "I'm sorry, Pops. Wallahi, I am completely overwhelmed with work. I really wanted to visit Nigeria, but I have too many high-level commitments packed into these next three months..." Prof. Khaleel let out a heavy sigh and asked, "What is the update on Tariq?" Omair gestured toward the phone and said, "He was the one who just called. He is on his way here right now." "Good." That was all the Professor said before releasing another deeply emotional sigh. He continued, "I pray all these nightmares finally come to an end so everyone can find peace... I want your mother’s twin sister to find emotional stability, and I want your Grandpa's mind to be at ease too... To be completely honest, every single time I look at Tariq, a million thoughts run through my brain. Huhhh... I honestly don't know whose fault it truly is... Is it the fault of the couple who chose to marry in absolute secrecy, or is it the fault of their parents who utterly failed to understand them due to their own selfish pride?" Omair sighed deeply and replied, "Everyone shares a piece of the blame, Pops... But the parents are the ones who bear the heaviest weight of it." "Hummm... Omair, once you become a father yourself, you will finally understand exactly why your Grandpa did what he did." "Huhhh... Pops, what is the point of returning cruelty with more cruelty? Look at it now: a young girl's life is in absolute danger... For twenty solid years, they have searched for her whereabouts, and nothing has been found... If Grandpa had only listened to how REENAH wept on that fateful day—if he had felt an ounce of pity and left her with her mother—we would undoubtedly be living in absolute peace and tranquility today." The Professor simply stared at his son, observing his intensity, and noted, "Hummm... I heard that Malik Abdulmajeed has ordered his wife to be detained to teach her a lesson... Word has it he wants her taught a lesson so severe that even the future Queen would never dare to dream of doing what she did to him..." "You see, Pops? To this day, Malik Abdulmajeed is still deeply in love with my Ammati (Aunt)... The very day he found out that I am her nephew, wallahi, you should have seen the pure joy on his face—he looked like a man who had just been given the glad tidings of Paradise... He didn't even know how to contain his happiness, so he granted me a remarkably high rank within his kingdom, a position that even the Grand Wazir has never managed to attain..." "Huhhh... That is precisely why I absolutely despise you traveling to Egypt. I am terrified of that Wazir; I do not trust him whatsoever... I strongly feel he has a hidden hand in everything that has transpired..." "Pops, everyone is dirty... And that includes the scholars of the Holy Sanctuary. I truly wonder why they would choose to lie? They claimed they had absolutely no knowledge or record of that marriage, which is a complete bunch of lies..." "Hummm... Do not judge them too harshly. They were simply following strict protocol. No country would willingly endorse or legitimize that kind of cross-border legal infraction. Lest you forget, they went to that country strictly on student visas. The very moment those scholars admit they had full knowledge of the secret marriage, legal consequences would immediately fall upon them, and they would lose a vast number of international students..." "This is completely unfair... Pops, you weave lies just to protect a shred of stupid pride, and as a consequence, they have completely shattered our collective happiness..." "Allah sees everything, Omair. He will set things right... But please, stay far away from Egypt. You are the only child Allah has blessed me with; if I ever lose you, Omair, I don't know how I could possibly survive... I can clearly see that the Egyptian Royalty is behind all this trauma and calamity... Stay away from them..." Omair inhaled deeply and countered, "Ammati REENAH was her mother's only source of pure joy. Grandpa has no male heirs left besides the sons he lost... Why should I back down, Pops? I am the exception among you all... Allah has uniquely blessed me with the gift, the power, and the authority to alter certain destinies. Why on earth would I just keep quiet and let their brutal, archaic rules claim the Throne?" The Professor closed his eyes tightly and murmured, "Love is a powerful thing, but self-preservation comes first, Omair..." Omair simply released a quiet sigh. Right at that moment, a distinctive sharp sound echoed outside, signaling that Tariq had officially arrived... Without uttering another word to his father, Omair stepped off the bed and walked out of his highly mysterious room, which was elegantly decorated strictly in black and white furniture... From the top of the staircase, he looked down and spotted Tariq, who looked exceptionally sharp and imposing in a black tailored suit. A single look at him immediately revealed the striking resemblance he shared with MALIK ABDULMAJEED... This was TARIQ IBN FAREES BIN FAHAD, the son of the late Amir Fahad, who was the twin brother of Malik Abdulmajeed... He stood out as a highly accomplished Peacekeeper and served as the CHIEF OF INTELLIGENCE V (G2/J2). He was the supreme director overseeing intelligence gathering and regional peace keeping for the African continent... He was also the closest confidant and sworn brother to COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ... Because the mansion was a grand duplex, Omair slowly walked down the sweeping staircase before stepping into his mysterious living room, which was similarly filled with high-end black and white furniture... He walked with an aristocratic, measured stride that exuded sheer physical power and absolute authority... He kept his gaze fixed on Tariq as his father’s heavy words continued to echo in his mind... There was absolutely no way he could abandon Tariq. He felt a profound, deep-seated pity for him and cherished him as a true brother, a trusted confidant, and an indispensable advisor... Having gone to the same military academies together, their bond was unbreakable... Tariq was an absolute orphan; their mother had passed away from a sudden, fatal heart attack upon receiving the devastating news of his father’s death. The medical team had struggled frantically to deliver his infant younger sister, MISBAH, via emergency section from the dying mother's womb, but she, too, ultimately succumbed to her fate... Omair could never distance himself from Tariq until he successfully helped him achieve his ultimate goal: uncovering the absolute truth behind his father's mysterious death. The official narrative claimed his father died of a heart attack brought on by shock over the actions of his twin brother, Malik Abdulmajeed—which Omair knew was a fabricated lie... He absolutely had to help Tariq. Furthermore, Omair himself harbored a deep personal need to bring REENAH back into his life. Though he was long overdue for marriage, he had absolutely no romantic interest or taste for any woman in the world, except for REENAH...
ABUJA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Time: 9:30 AM Filled with intense excitement, Dr. Neheelah stood waiting for the arrival of her sister, whose flight had successfully touched down. She kept scanning the crowd, her eyes wide with anticipation, waiting to see exactly where her sister would emerge... While caught up in her search, her eyes suddenly locked onto a royal, mysterious lady dressed in a highly luxurious, modern Western outfit: a crisp white body-hugging shirt layered beneath a sharp white blazer, paired with flowing white wide-leg trousers... On her feet were an incredibly expensive and stunning pair of strappy, pointed-toe heels. One wrist was adorned with a delicate, thin luxury bracelet, while the other held a heavy gold wristwatch. Around her neck hung a simple, fine V-shaped necklace, complemented by matching stud earrings... She was of elegant, medium-to-tall height, standing between 5'6" and 5'9". Her physique boasted a perfect, striking hourglass shape: her bust and hips were flawlessly balanced... She possessed a slim, toned body with sharp curves that hinted at an underlying athletic strength... Her hand casually guided a sleek black luxury trolley bag. A single glance at her revealed a masterclass in pure beauty, symmetry, and physical grace... She possessed an oval face dominated by sharp "hunter eyes" that instantly disarmed and intimidated anyone who looked at them. Her eyelashes were remarkably long and entirely natural... She had full, perfectly shaped lips naturally colored in shades of pink and light brown... Her skin was a flawless, radiant shade of pale white that caught the light beautifully... Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and sharp, matching the clean, razor-sharp jawline that beautifully framed her face. Her aquiline nose gave her features the distinct, elite structure of a high-fashion runway model... Her head was loosely wrapped in a luxurious white silk scarf, and her eyes were shielded behind a pair of Venus golden rimless eyeglasses... She kept one hand casually tucked into her pocket while the other held her rolling luggage, a posture that added an intense aura of sophisticated mystery to her presence... She moved with a highly confident, dignified stride that immediately signaled her elite social status... This was DR. NEELAH—THE INTERNATIONAL DOCTOR, and the daughter of HIS EXCELLENCY MUHD MUBARAQ... Dr. Neelah was a woman who stood as one among a thousand. She was exceptionally strong-willed, possessing unshakeable convictions... She embodied absolute independence, relying on no one but herself... The world viewed her as an incredibly intelligent, brilliant, and strategic thinker. She mastered the art of absolute emotional control, ensuring that no one ever had the leverage to witness her vulnerability... She was fiercely protective of her family and the select few she loved... Her signature aura was striking: she was entirely quiet, yet she wielded an immense, heavy presence. People felt a simultaneous sense of deep intimidation and profound admiration whenever she was near. She was the absolute definition of a dangerous yet elegant lady... Her personality was steeped in a deep, mysterious vibe; she rarely spoke. She was exceptionally smart, quietly observing and analyzing every single detail around her before uttering a word. She was unyieldingly stern whenever she was crossed... Yet deep inside her soul, she possessed a remarkably soft heart reserved exclusively for those she chose to trust. She utterly loathed disrespect or insolence. She carried herself with an innate royal attitude, looking every bit like someone born and raised in the highest echelons of a royal court... DR. NEELAH... a woman whom Allah had perfectly endowed with breathtaking beauty, profound intellect, and immense power. Wrapped in her white medical coat, she saved human lives; yet beneath the surface of her immaculate, dignified demeanor lay a dark, explosive secret capable of utterly tearing down two great empires... Filled with pure joy, Dr. Neheelah rushed over to Dr. Neelah, wrapping her in a tight, massive hug that expressed her immense happiness... Within a short moment, they turned and headed toward the highly luxurious security convoy that Dr. Neheelah had brought along to pick up her sister... Giddily, Neheelah exclaimed, "Dad is going to be incredibly happy today—happier than he has been in a very long time! We are going to give him the ultimate surprise today, Sis, Insha Allah..." In her signature deep, mysterious voice—and without even looking up from her phone to face Neheelah—she replied coolly as she typed: "I don't think so... I have things to attend to. Have them drop me off at my hospital. I have far too much sitting on my desk..." Feeling slightly dejected and deflated, Neheelah turned to the driver and instructed him to change course and drive straight to NEELAH'S HEALTHCARE HOSPITAL... Neheelah let out a quiet sigh and began to speak in a calm, earnest tone: "Ukti (my sister), life is completely fragile and uncertain... Abba is the absolute only parent we have left. You know very well that we don't really know any of our extended relatives besides him and our Ummi (mother), and she has passed away... Abba deeply needs us! He is aging, and he is carrying a heavy amount of sorrow... What he did in the past hurts deeply, but please, be fair to him—he is still our father..." "Huhhh... Neheelah!" Neelah sighed. "I am trying, and that is the only reason you see me coming back to this country at all. If it weren't for the deep love I harbor for Abba and the immense respect I hold for his status... I would have long since abandoned Nigeria entirely and returned to the arms of the man I love..." "To this very day, I am still deeply in love with Abdulmajeed. But the strict decree that Abba imposed upon me is the sole reason I have forced myself to stay away from him... I lost my daughter, and I lost my mother... yet I am still helplessly in love with Abdulmajeed. Love is an incredibly painful disease..." "Why can't Abba just understand how I feel? It is his lingering, deep love for Ummi that causes him to harbor such intense hatred for Abdulmajeed; he firmly believes that Abdulmajeed's actions are the direct reason Ummi lost her life. Huhh..." "I know the absolute truth, because I remember the final conversation I had with my Ummi. Furthermore, I possess undeniable proof showing that the official narrative surrounding Ummi's death is a complete lie... but Abba has refused to give me the opportunity to present it..." "What more do you want me to do for him? I greet him with absolute respect, I honor his status, and I have strictly obeyed his laws... I had to stand by and watch with my own eyes—listening to how my own daughter wept, begging to be with me—yet Abba forbade it, and I still submitted to his will... He banned me from having any contact with Abdulmajeed, and I accepted it..." "He demanded that I marry Tahir, but I refused, because Tahir does not love me sincerely before God. He and his father harbor an evil plot against us and our father..." "Hummm..." She closed her eyes tightly, feeling her breath catch slightly, as it had been a very long time since she had spoken at such great length. Deeply troubled, Neheelah closed her eyes, trying to figure out the root cause of this massive conflict and who was truly to blame... She honestly couldn't decide between Abba and Neelah who was the guilty party. No matter how hard she tried to pin the blame on one of them, she failed. Both of them were fiercely protecting two things: love and survival... Truly, as the Hausa proverb says, "Love is powerful, but self-preservation comes first." Wherever deep love exists, life follows. Without a doubt, both of them were simply trying to protect their love and their lives... Love is the ultimate foundation of life, just as it is its greatest secret and sweetest flavor... Just as Abba felt a fierce paternal love for his daughter and wanted to protect her honor, even if it meant destroying the happiness of his own life... In the exact same way, Neelah was determined to protect the rights of her daughter and her own life, even if it meant living a life clouded by absolute confusion and heartbreak... May Allah bring them a swift, easy resolution and relief; that was the single, earnest prayer echoing in Neheelah’s heart... END OF PAGE 5 Love can be the ultimate power that builds a life… and it can be the exact same force that tears it to absolute ruins. Caught between royal bloodlines and secrets hidden for decades… Who will save these lives—the mother or the daughter? Is love fighting against destiny… Or will destiny ultimately shatter everything? Parental decrees can serve as a shield… or they can turn into the greatest mistake that brings eternal regret. A hidden secret never truly dies… Follow for more 🤗 Please do not forget that this is a paid novel. There are only five free pages left before I stop posting free updates... Hurry and make your payment to enjoy consistent, fast updates at a highly affordable price. You get exactly what you pay for! The higher the tier you pay for, the more premium, high-quality chapters you will receive every single week
THE FEATURE QUEEN'S TRAUMA
SENEGAL (DAKAR)
A highly secured city, complete with excellent schools and an office that monitors human trafficking in AFRICA...
It stands as one of the most serene and peaceful cities, especially for undercover agents working tirelessly to provide peace and security to the people living in AFRICA...
UNOWAS
It serves as the Headquarters for United Nations operations in West Africa...
UNODC (UNITED NATIONS OFFICE ON DRUGS AND CRIME)
The office responsible for overseeing the global fight against human trafficking...
Here is a brief profile of a highly brilliant, exceptionally young operative who has left top security officials astonished and intimidated...
He has successfully uncovered deeply classified, hard-to-decipher secrets. A pure Northern Nigerian man, he is an indigene of the Bolawa tribe from FIKA LOCAL GOVERNMENT under YOBE STATE...
He is at least 31 years old...
As the white man says, "AGE IS JUST A NUMBER," and that is exactly the case for COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ...
His young age is neither a flaw nor a disadvantage to him; he is a man whose intellect and heart possess a maturity that far exceeds his years...
Security agencies and the world at large have nicknamed him the DESERT WOLF...
He is an international soldier—a PEACEKEEPER...
The operative who leads secret missions between AFRICA and WESTERN AFRICA...
Furthermore, he is a SENIOR MILITARY ADVISER, offering strategic counsel on how to dismantle TRANSNATIONAL ORGANIZED CRIME...
His office operates under the UNODC (UNITED NATIONS OFFICE ON DRUGS AND CRIME)...
Due to his high rank, his office is remarkably massive, beautiful, and highly organized...
In addition to this, he is entitled to highly luxurious and sprawling government accommodation, though he genuinely does not care for state-owned luxuries...
Instead, he resides in one of his father’s grandest estates located in Senegal (Dakar)—a breathtaking, highly captivating mansion. Security personnel surround the property from every angle, safeguarding him and attending to his daily needs...
COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ—the PEACEKEEPER and SENIOR MILITARY ADVISER...
He is the son of PROFESSOR IBRAHIM KHALEEL, a renowned academic and a thoroughly accomplished international medical doctor...
His mother is the FOUNDER AND GLOBAL PRESIDENT OF HSO, just as his grandfather was a Global Professor. In addition, his grandfather was a consummate politician who truly valued his people, holding numerous high-ranking titles in Nigeria and standing out as one of the prominent figures who drove robust national development...
His mother’s twin sister is also a world-renowned INTERNATIONAL DOCTOR, highly celebrated for her exceptional work ethic and profound respect for human dignity...
Lineage-wise, they are second to none; His Excellency Muhd Mubaraq was a highly powerful and influential king...
This prestigious status is one of the factors that boosted COLONEL OMAIR’s global standing, making him the absolute favorite and pride of this unparalleled family...
COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ is the epitome of a privileged child, the type featured in elite magazines. This luxury is explicitly reflected in his physical appearance, his demeanor, his daily outfits, and his personal routines...
Physically, COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ stands exceptionally tall, reaching between 6'3" and 6'5". He possesses very broad shoulders typical of a dedicated military man who maintains his fitness through rigorous workouts. His chest is broad, defined by prominent yet elegant abs. His slim waist accentuates his powerful, muscular build...
His gait is packed with confidence and authority—the unmistakable walk of a man deeply accustomed to commanding others...
Because of this, whenever he walks into a room, people take notice instantly...
Whenever light strikes his eyes, they shift color to a golden brown. He possesses a set of almond-shaped eyes adorned with long, natural eyelashes. His eyebrows are sharply angled, giving him a piercing, intense gaze. When he looks at you, it feels as though he is reading the absolute depths of your soul...
His face is a striking diamond-oval shape, characterized by a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and a well-defined chin. Together, these features give his face a breathtakingly stunning appearance that profoundly shakes the heart of anyone who looks at him...
His hair is thick, soft, jet-black, and naturally curly. His profile features a straight, prominent jawline like that of a high-fashion model...
A smile is rarely seen on his face due to his reserved, taciturn (miskili) nature, but whenever he does smile, it causes hearts to flutter...
As for his personality...
He is highly reserved: he never speaks without a valid reason...
To strangers, he appears cold-hearted, yet he is incredibly soft toward those he loves. He possesses strict, unbreakable discipline born from his military life. He is a man of absolute justice who completely detests any form of betrayal against one's country or family...
COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ’S LUXURIOUS ESTATE
Time: 7:50 AM
He was lying across his royal king-size bed, resting his head on his left arm while gently closing his almond eyes...
He was dressed in a black linen open-collar shirt paired with white trousers. His wrist bore a gold luxury watch alongside his signature rings. A subtle, highly captivating fragrance wafted from him, instilling an immediate sense of deep serenity in anyone who breathed it in...
A single glance at his hair revealed how meticulously cared for it was; the curls lay perfectly flat and smooth, looking almost unlike typical African hair texture...
His rich caramel complexion enhanced his overall striking beauty. Looking closely, one could tell he was deeply preoccupied in his solitude, letting out quiet sighs as he gently bit his full, two-toned lips, which were naturally pink and light brown...
A fine older gentleman, roughly between 58 and 60 years old, was pacing back and forth across the bedroom. He kept repeating one specific complaint: "Omair, what exactly are you trying to turn me into now? A useless old man who breaks his promises, or what? I had already assured your mother that I would bring you back to Nigeria, but now you are trying to humiliate me in front of a young girl..."
Hearing the final words uttered by his father—with whom he shared a striking resemblance—Omair opened his heavily lidded eyes and let out a warm, beautiful smile that could melt anyone's heart like cream...
With a cool, reluctant demeanor, he curved his lips and replied in his signature husky, taciturn voice: "Thank God it’s a girl. You can easily change her mind... Just buy her a massive bundle of chocolates. I am very certain that will bring an end to the crisis."
He spoke with a relaxed face, cocking a single eyebrow in a way that made Prof. Ibrahim Khalil realize his son was casually teasing him...
Deeply frustrated, the Professor snapped, "My in-law!"
Omair widened his eyes, knowing exactly how his father was playing with his titles; his father frequently switched between calling him Abba, In-law, or Abul Khair...
Highly amused and playfully annoyed, Omair shot back, "Your mother!"
Omair’s eyes widened slightly as he feigned shock. "Me?!"
"Yes, you! Your mother!"
Omair began blinking rapidly, putting on a thoroughly spoiled, pouting expression as he reached for his phone, saying, "So, living among Westerners has corrupted your manners, Dad? I am definitely going to tell Mom that you’ve started insulting her parents. Before you start biting and scratching, she had better put you in your place."
Hearing Omair’s playful threat, the Professor swiftly snatched the phone from his hands, picked up a pillow, threw it at him, and said, "Silly boy... You disrespect me far too much, Omair. But I will make sure I deal the hell out of you!"
He spoke with a face mimicking deep annoyance, yet his expression failed to hide his underlying affection, given that he wasn't truly angry at all. And why would he be? After all, Omair was his only beloved son, his absolute everything...
Omair smiled warmly and said, "Sorry, Pops..."
Frustrated, the Professor replied, "Keep your 'sorry', I’m not buying it..."
Omair struggled to suppress his laughter to avoid annoying his father further. While they were in the middle of this banter, Omair's phone began to ring...
Seeing who the caller was, the Professor handed the phone back to him. With a relaxed, casual gesture, Omair took the phone and pressed it to his ear...
Without the reader knowing what was being said on the other side, Omair simply replied, "Okay, I will be waiting..."
With a slight tone of exhaustion, Omair turned to his father and said, "I'm sorry, Pops. Wallahi, I am completely overwhelmed with work. I really wanted to visit Nigeria, but I have too many high-level commitments packed into these next three months..."
Prof. Khaleel let out a heavy sigh and asked, "What is the update on Tariq?"
Omair gestured toward the phone and said, "He was the one who just called. He is on his way here right now."
"Good."
That was all the Professor said before releasing another deeply emotional sigh. He continued, "I pray all these nightmares finally come to an end so everyone can find peace... I want your mother’s twin sister to find emotional stability, and I want your Grandpa's mind to be at ease too... To be completely honest, every single time I look at Tariq, a million thoughts run through my brain. Huhhh... I honestly don't know whose fault it truly is... Is it the fault of the couple who chose to marry in absolute secrecy, or is it the fault of their parents who utterly failed to understand them due to their own selfish pride?"
Omair sighed deeply and replied, "Everyone shares a piece of the blame, Pops... But the parents are the ones who bear the heaviest weight of it."
"Hummm... Omair, once you become a father yourself, you will finally understand exactly why your Grandpa did what he did."
"Huhhh... Pops, what is the point of returning cruelty with more cruelty? Look at it now: a young girl's life is in absolute danger... For twenty solid years, they have searched for her whereabouts, and nothing has been found... If Grandpa had only listened to how REENAH wept on that fateful day—if he had felt an ounce of pity and left her with her mother—we would undoubtedly be living in absolute peace and tranquility today."
The Professor simply stared at his son, observing his intensity, and noted, "Hummm... I heard that Malik Abdulmajeed has ordered his wife to be detained to teach her a lesson... Word has it he wants her taught a lesson so severe that even the future Queen would never dare to dream of doing what she did to him..."
"You see, Pops? To this day, Malik Abdulmajeed is still deeply in love with my Ammati (Aunt)... The very day he found out that I am her nephew, wallahi, you should have seen the pure joy on his face—he looked like a man who had just been given the glad tidings of Paradise... He didn't even know how to contain his happiness, so he granted me a remarkably high rank within his kingdom, a position that even the Grand Wazir has never managed to attain..."
"Huhhh... That is precisely why I absolutely despise you traveling to Egypt. I am terrified of that Wazir; I do not trust him whatsoever... I strongly feel he has a hidden hand in everything that has transpired..."
"Pops, everyone is dirty... And that includes the scholars of the Holy Sanctuary. I truly wonder why they would choose to lie? They claimed they had absolutely no knowledge or record of that marriage, which is a complete bunch of lies..."
"Hummm... Do not judge them too harshly. They were simply following strict protocol. No country would willingly endorse or legitimize that kind of cross-border legal infraction. Lest you forget, they went to that country strictly on student visas. The very moment those scholars admit they had full knowledge of the secret marriage, legal consequences would immediately fall upon them, and they would lose a vast number of international students..."
"This is completely unfair... Pops, you weave lies just to protect a shred of stupid pride, and as a consequence, they have completely shattered our collective happiness..."
"Allah sees everything, Omair. He will set things right... But please, stay far away from Egypt. You are the only child Allah has blessed me with; if I ever lose you, Omair, I don't know how I could possibly survive... I can clearly see that the Egyptian Royalty is behind all this trauma and calamity... Stay away from them..."
Omair inhaled deeply and countered, "Ammati REENAH was her mother's only source of pure joy. Grandpa has no male heirs left besides the sons he lost... Why should I back down, Pops? I am the exception among you all... Allah has uniquely blessed me with the gift, the power, and the authority to alter certain destinies. Why on earth would I just keep quiet and let their brutal, archaic rules claim the Throne?"
The Professor closed his eyes tightly and murmured, "Love is a powerful thing, but self-preservation comes first, Omair..."
Omair simply released a quiet sigh. Right at that moment, a distinctive sharp sound echoed outside, signaling that Tariq had officially arrived...
Without uttering another word to his father, Omair stepped off the bed and walked out of his highly mysterious room, which was elegantly decorated strictly in black and white furniture...
From the top of the staircase, he looked down and spotted Tariq, who looked exceptionally sharp and imposing in a black tailored suit. A single look at him immediately revealed the striking resemblance he shared with MALIK ABDULMAJEED...
This was TARIQ IBN FAREES BIN FAHAD, the son of the late Amir Fahad, who was the twin brother of Malik Abdulmajeed...
He stood out as a highly accomplished Peacekeeper and served as the CHIEF OF INTELLIGENCE V (G2/J2). He was the supreme director overseeing intelligence gathering and regional peace keeping for the African continent...
He was also the closest confidant and sworn brother to COLONEL OMAIR MUHD MUBARAQ...
Because the mansion was a grand duplex, Omair slowly walked down the sweeping staircase before stepping into his mysterious living room, which was similarly filled with high-end black and white furniture...
He walked with an aristocratic, measured stride that exuded sheer physical power and absolute authority...
He kept his gaze fixed on Tariq as his father’s heavy words continued to echo in his mind...
There was absolutely no way he could abandon Tariq. He felt a profound, deep-seated pity for him and cherished him as a true brother, a trusted confidant, and an indispensable advisor... Having gone to the same military academies together, their bond was unbreakable...
Tariq was an absolute orphan; their mother had passed away from a sudden, fatal heart attack upon receiving the devastating news of his father’s death. The medical team had struggled frantically to deliver his infant younger sister, MISBAH, via emergency section from the dying mother's womb, but she, too, ultimately succumbed to her fate...
Omair could never distance himself from Tariq until he successfully helped him achieve his ultimate goal: uncovering the absolute truth behind his father's mysterious death. The official narrative claimed his father died of a heart attack brought on by shock over the actions of his twin brother, Malik Abdulmajeed—which Omair knew was a fabricated lie...
He absolutely had to help Tariq. Furthermore, Omair himself harbored a deep personal need to bring REENAH back into his life. Though he was long overdue for marriage, he had absolutely no romantic interest or taste for any woman in the world, except for REENAH...
ABUJA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Time: 9:30 AM
Filled with intense excitement, Dr. Neheelah stood waiting for the arrival of her sister, whose flight had successfully touched down. She kept scanning the crowd, her eyes wide with anticipation, waiting to see exactly where her sister would emerge...
While caught up in her search, her eyes suddenly locked onto a royal, mysterious lady dressed in a highly luxurious, modern Western outfit: a crisp white body-hugging shirt layered beneath a sharp white blazer, paired with flowing white wide-leg trousers...
On her feet were an incredibly expensive and stunning pair of strappy, pointed-toe heels. One wrist was adorned with a delicate, thin luxury bracelet, while the other held a heavy gold wristwatch. Around her neck hung a simple, fine V-shaped necklace, complemented by matching stud earrings...
She was of elegant, medium-to-tall height, standing between 5'6" and 5'9". Her physique boasted a perfect, striking hourglass shape: her bust and hips were flawlessly balanced...
She possessed a slim, toned body with sharp curves that hinted at an underlying athletic strength...
Her hand casually guided a sleek black luxury trolley bag. A single glance at her revealed a masterclass in pure beauty, symmetry, and physical grace... She possessed an oval face dominated by sharp "hunter eyes" that instantly disarmed and intimidated anyone who looked at them. Her eyelashes were remarkably long and entirely natural...
She had full, perfectly shaped lips naturally colored in shades of pink and light brown... Her skin was a flawless, radiant shade of pale white that caught the light beautifully...
Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and sharp, matching the clean, razor-sharp jawline that beautifully framed her face. Her aquiline nose gave her features the distinct, elite structure of a high-fashion runway model...
Her head was loosely wrapped in a luxurious white silk scarf, and her eyes were shielded behind a pair of Venus golden rimless eyeglasses...
She kept one hand casually tucked into her pocket while the other held her rolling luggage, a posture that added an intense aura of sophisticated mystery to her presence...
She moved with a highly confident, dignified stride that immediately signaled her elite social status...
This was DR. NEELAH—THE INTERNATIONAL DOCTOR, and the daughter of HIS EXCELLENCY MUHD MUBARAQ...
Dr. Neelah was a woman who stood as one among a thousand. She was exceptionally strong-willed, possessing unshakeable convictions...
She embodied absolute independence, relying on no one but herself...
The world viewed her as an incredibly intelligent, brilliant, and strategic thinker. She mastered the art of absolute emotional control, ensuring that no one ever had the leverage to witness her vulnerability...
She was fiercely protective of her family and the select few she loved...
Her signature aura was striking: she was entirely quiet, yet she wielded an immense, heavy presence. People felt a simultaneous sense of deep intimidation and profound admiration whenever she was near. She was the absolute definition of a dangerous yet elegant lady...
Her personality was steeped in a deep, mysterious vibe; she rarely spoke. She was exceptionally smart, quietly observing and analyzing every single detail around her before uttering a word. She was unyieldingly stern whenever she was crossed...
Yet deep inside her soul, she possessed a remarkably soft heart reserved exclusively for those she chose to trust. She utterly loathed disrespect or insolence. She carried herself with an innate royal attitude, looking every bit like someone born and raised in the highest echelons of a royal court...
DR. NEELAH... a woman whom Allah had perfectly endowed with breathtaking beauty, profound intellect, and immense power. Wrapped in her white medical coat, she saved human lives; yet beneath the surface of her immaculate, dignified demeanor lay a dark, explosive secret capable of utterly tearing down two great empires...
Filled with pure joy, Dr. Neheelah rushed over to Dr. Neelah, wrapping her in a tight, massive hug that expressed her immense happiness... Within a short moment, they turned and headed toward the highly luxurious security convoy that Dr. Neheelah had brought along to pick up her sister...
Giddily, Neheelah exclaimed, "Dad is going to be incredibly happy today—happier than he has been in a very long time! We are going to give him the ultimate surprise today, Sis, Insha Allah..."
In her signature deep, mysterious voice—and without even looking up from her phone to face Neheelah—she replied coolly as she typed: "I don't think so... I have things to attend to. Have them drop me off at my hospital. I have far too much sitting on my desk..."
Feeling slightly dejected and deflated, Neheelah turned to the driver and instructed him to change course and drive straight to NEELAH'S HEALTHCARE HOSPITAL...
Neheelah let out a quiet sigh and began to speak in a calm, earnest tone: "Ukti (my sister), life is completely fragile and uncertain... Abba is the absolute only parent we have left. You know very well that we don't really know any of our extended relatives besides him and our Ummi (mother), and she has passed away... Abba deeply needs us! He is aging, and he is carrying a heavy amount of sorrow... What he did in the past hurts deeply, but please, be fair to him—he is still our father..."
"Huhhh... Neheelah!" Neelah sighed.
"I am trying, and that is the only reason you see me coming back to this country at all. If it weren't for the deep love I harbor for Abba and the immense respect I hold for his status... I would have long since abandoned Nigeria entirely and returned to the arms of the man I love..."
"To this very day, I am still deeply in love with Abdulmajeed. But the strict decree that Abba imposed upon me is the sole reason I have forced myself to stay away from him... I lost my daughter, and I lost my mother... yet I am still helplessly in love with Abdulmajeed. Love is an incredibly painful disease..."
"Why can't Abba just understand how I feel? It is his lingering, deep love for Ummi that causes him to harbor such intense hatred for Abdulmajeed; he firmly believes that Abdulmajeed's actions are the direct reason Ummi lost her life. Huhh..."
"I know the absolute truth, because I remember the final conversation I had with my Ummi. Furthermore, I possess undeniable proof showing that the official narrative surrounding Ummi's death is a complete lie... but Abba has refused to give me the opportunity to present it..."
"What more do you want me to do for him? I greet him with absolute respect, I honor his status, and I have strictly obeyed his laws... I had to stand by and watch with my own eyes—listening to how my own daughter wept, begging to be with me—yet Abba forbade it, and I still submitted to his will... He banned me from having any contact with Abdulmajeed, and I accepted it..."
"He demanded that I marry Tahir, but I refused, because Tahir does not love me sincerely before God. He and his father harbor an evil plot against us and our father..."
"Hummm..."
She closed her eyes tightly, feeling her breath catch slightly, as it had been a very long time since she had spoken at such great length.
Deeply troubled, Neheelah closed her eyes, trying to figure out the root cause of this massive conflict and who was truly to blame...
She honestly couldn't decide between Abba and Neelah who was the guilty party. No matter how hard she tried to pin the blame on one of them, she failed. Both of them were fiercely protecting two things: love and survival... Truly, as the Hausa proverb says, "Love is powerful, but self-preservation comes first."
Wherever deep love exists, life follows. Without a doubt, both of them were simply trying to protect their love and their lives...
Love is the ultimate foundation of life, just as it is its greatest secret and sweetest flavor...
Just as Abba felt a fierce paternal love for his daughter and wanted to protect her honor, even if it meant destroying the happiness of his own life...
In the exact same way, Neelah was determined to protect the rights of her daughter and her own life, even if it meant living a life clouded by absolute confusion and heartbreak...
May Allah bring them a swift, easy resolution and relief; that was the single, earnest prayer echoing in Neheelah’s heart...
END OF PAGE 5
Love can be the ultimate power that builds a life… and it can be the exact same force that tears it to absolute ruins.
Caught between royal bloodlines and secrets hidden for decades…
Who will save these lives—the mother or the daughter?
Is love fighting against destiny…
Or will destiny ultimately shatter everything?
Parental decrees can serve as a shield… or they can turn into the greatest mistake that brings eternal regret.
A hidden secret never truly dies…
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