Of course, he knew that whatever Rahilarh selected was bound to be nothing short of exceptional; without a doubt, this girl was the perfect match for Jaish. Bursting with anticipation and eager to hear their verdict, Momma pressed, "Gwaggo (Akka), what do you think of her? Does she meet your approval?" Akka remained silent, continuing to closely scrutinize Mahnoor, a poor soul with a completely innocent countenance. Knowing Akka for her brutal honesty, she spoke her mind plainly: "Are we entirely certain this girl won't turn out to be a green snake under green grass?" Their eyes widened in unison at her words, though none among them possessed the courage to challenge Akka or demand an explanation. She pressed on, observing, "Her facial expression suggests she is exceptionally quiet and reserved. As you well know, hypocrites are most commonly found among those with such a demeanor." ... Oh, our trustworthy Akka. The parlor fell into a dead silence, for whenever the Queen Mother spoke, no one dared to interrupt until she had fully delivered her thoughts. Reaching out her hand, she gently lifted Mahnoor’s chin. True to her elderly nature and completely devoid of any embarrassment, she began inspecting Mahnoor thoroughly, even sizing up her physical assets, murmuring as she did so: "Every single one of my grandsons is robust and full of vitality, meaning they require women who are physically complete and well-endowed. To shield them from falling into temptation, we must thoroughly investigate and secure spouses who can handle them. It is my duty to inspect everything on their behalf." (I suppose you now understand the specific qualities the King was adamantly insisting upon when he declared he would only wed a woman to his sons if she possessed them? Do you grasp the nature of those qualities, or do you require further elaboration? They themselves are well aware that this trait is hereditary, and here we have Akka laying it all bare, confirming exactly what is sought after 😅🥱). As she spoke, she gently slid Mahnoor’s royal cloak down to her shoulders. (Good grief! Akka is truly worldly. It is certainly best that she inspects her on their behalf, a task made absolutely necessary by the knowledge that they inherited this intense drive.🤭 She knows exactly what their grandfather, King Abdul Malik, was like. It is only right that she examines her to determine if Mahnoor can truly handle Jaish. This old lady is incredibly sharp). "How old are you?" she fired the question at Mahnoor. Momma made a move to interject and speak on her behalf, but Akka raised a hand, signaling her to remain silent. "I do not want to hear a word from anyone else here; I am currently conducting my investigation." ... They all fell completely silent, listening intently. The poor girl kept her head lowered, replying in a soft, timid voice, "I do not know my exact age, but it is somewhere between 15 and 16." Mahnoor’s Arabic was quite broken and hesitant, as she was far from fluent. Akka nodded thoughtfully, then pressed further, asking, "Did your mother ever educate you on the true meaning of marriage, or did she leave you entirely clueless, expecting me to be the one to enlighten you? Do you even know what marriage entails? Do you know how to properly care for a husband? Are you aware of the temperament of the man you are marrying? Are you fully prepared to handle him?" ... Today, Akka was truly pulling out all the stops, ready to lay everything completely bare. "No, I do not have a mother, and no one has ever spoken to me about marriage," she answered, her voice trembling as though she were on the verge of tears. Akka froze instantly, halting her attempts to remove the cloak, and swiftly snapped her gaze back to the girl's face. "Are you an orphan?" she asked, her tone instantly softening with deep compassion. When Mahnoor nodded in affirmation, her eyes swelling with tears, Akka felt her heart melt. The royal family possessed a profound, deep-seated empathy for orphans; it was woven into their very fabric. Drawing the girl close into her embrace, Akka asked, "What is your name?" Mahnoor provided her name. Akka gently rested the girl's head upon her lap, softly stroking her back as she announced in a raised voice, "Princess Mahnoor, wife of Prince Jaish, you are most welcome into the family of King Abdul Malik." A massive, collective sigh of relief escaped the lips of the King and the others, especially Momma, who had been more anxious than anyone to hear Akka's final verdict. The moment she addressed Mahnoor as a princess, it was a definitive sign that she had fully accepted her. Chuchu’s mother immediately erupted into a joyous, echoing ululation (guɗa), plunging the entire room into an state of uncontainable happiness. Meanwhile, Sarina and Mammie were nearly choking on their own bitter resentment, particularly upon seeing Mahnoor’s face. There wasn't a single flaw to find on her; her beauty was so absolute it seemed self-crafted. Above all, she vastly eclipsed Fanan in beauty and grace, leaving them with absolutely nothing to criticize. Sarina looked as though she might burst from sheer jealousy on Fanan's behalf. The drama was truly intensifying. Turning her gaze toward the King and his companions, Akka issued a firm royal command, declaring her absolute approval of Mahnoor and instructing them to receive her warmly as their daughter-in-law. They responded with deep reverence, stating they welcomed her with open arms. Akka then requested to hear the full story of how Jaish had crossed paths with this orphan girl and what had brought him to Nigeria in the first place. Without omitting a single detail, Momma recounted the entire sequence of events. Their hearts swelled with an even greater wave of sympathy for Mahnoor. Akka’s anger flared instantly, and she vowed bitterly that she would never forgive Nenne, insisting they must make her face severe retribution for the agonizing cruelty she had inflicted upon Mahnoor—for they never tolerated injustice. In a bitter slip of the tongue, Sarina blurted out aloud, "So she originates from a wretched house of impoverished, helpless peasants after all." She remained entirely oblivious to her blunder until she noticed every eye in the room fixed upon her. Realizing what she had done, she quickly bolted from the room, storming out in a huff under the pretense that she had wasted her precious time looking at a pauper's child. Their eyes followed her until she exited the room. At that moment, the King recognized that a severe storm was brewing if they failed to act decisively. He knew he had to sit down with Momma to devise a flawless strategy to protect Mahnoor from any harm; otherwise, she would face a severe threat from her co-wives and in-laws. In short, every arrangement was finalized right then and there. Momma requested permission to travel to Jimeta to deliver the bridal gifts and everything traditionally provided for a bride-to-be. Akka personally granted her authorization. Once they completed their planning, Chuchu's mother and Momma stood up, took hold of Mahnoor, and escorted her out, followed shortly by Mama. Mammie was the last to exit. The parlor was left with only the King, Uncle Abbas, Uncle Jahiz, and Akka, who immediately began a closed-door discussion to map out their next moves. Meanwhile, Mahnoor was escorted straight to Momma's private wing to be thoroughly prepared, as she was scheduled to be moved to Jaish’s quarters later that evening. Mahreen, on the other hand, had been left behind in the styling room. 🔥🔥🔥 BABY AND AMMO 🔥🔥🔥 She was loungeing on the sofa, directly facing Ammo who was seated on her own couch watching television. She held a cup of cappuccino, sipping it slowly. On the center table before her sat a remarkably sleek, incredibly expensive, medium-sized laptop, next to which lay several notebooks she was studying for her examinations; as previously mentioned, she possessed an insatiable passion for academics and had been blessed with both secular and religious intellect. She was dressed in beautiful sleepwear—a remarkably soft, thin-strapped camisole paired with form-fitting shorts that cut off mid-calf, failing to reach the floor. The shorts fit her frame perfectly, while the top possessed a slightly loose cut. She possessed an incredibly stunning, full-figured physique, though she wasn't particularly tall, her height perfectly matching her young age. Sipping her cappuccino with deliberate slowness, she reviewed her notes, her head covered by the matching sleeping bonnet. "Baby, I am heading in to sleep. It is already 9:00 PM," Ammo noted. "You should wrap up your studies soon and go to bed as well, considering you have an early exam tomorrow morning, right?" "Yes, I have an exam. I'll finish up shortly; there's only a little bit left," she replied, placing her cup on the table beside her laptop. She picked up a sheet of paper she had been reviewing; her brain was growing exhausted, and she was struggling to grasp the concept before her. She debated whether she should call her Baby to ask him to tutor her over WhatsApp, as they typically did whenever a particular subject proved too difficult. Meanwhile, Ammo stood up and headed toward her own bedroom, wishing her a good night. They maintained separate bedrooms, though Baby would occasionally choose to sleep in Ammo's room. Baby reached for her phone to call him and request that he log onto WhatsApp for a study session. However, before she could dial, her senses were hit by the distinct scent of his expensive cologne, causing her to instantly snap her gaze toward the entrance. He stood right there at the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, silently watching her. He was dressed in a stylish pair of white three-quarter denim shorts and a remarkably handsome sky-blue round-neck polo shirt. He looked exceptionally attractive, his casual attire indicating he had dashed out in a hurry without much thought. Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and pure delight. She bounded to her feet, a brilliant smile breaking across her face before she called out his name: "Baby!" He offered no verbal response, keeping his gaze locked intensely upon her. To any casual observer, it would seem he was admiring her entire frame, but his attention was focused squarely on her chest; she wasn't wearing a bra, and her natural assets stood out prominently, entirely impossible to ignore. Could it be that Baby had found himself utterly unable to sleep, prompting this late-night visit? After all, he was a flesh-and-blood man of thirty, in perfect health—how could he possibly find rest after witnessing such a striking view earlier? Say what you will, but it was the absolute truth. "Baby, you were planning to come over and didn't even tell me?" she grumbled in that deeply spoiled, endearing manner of hers. He cleared his throat slightly, his voice raspy and choked up from the sight before him. "This visit wasn't in my schedule at all; circumstances completely forced it upon me unexpectedly," he stated, remaining perfectly still at the doorway. "Forced upon you, Baby?" She tilted her head as he nodded. "Then who exactly forced you to come?" He let out a slow breath, deliberately tearing his gaze away from her prominent chest. "You are the one who forced my heart to come here. I went back home but couldn't find a single moment of peace; my heart was utterly consumed by the desperate need to see you." A radiant smile broke across her lips. "Yes, that is my Baby! I was actually desperate to see you as well." "Why did you want to see me?" he asked tersely. Twisting her features into a deeply spoiled pout as though she might burst into tears, she replied, "This coursework is proving entirely too difficult for me. I cannot make sense of any of it. Please, come and review it for me." From the moment she began speaking, his gaze locked onto her tiny, pouting lips, causing his thoughts to completely short-circuit as a profound wave of exhaustion and desire washed over him simultaneously. Exercising immense self-control, he forced his feet to carry him toward her. Upon reaching her side, he wasted no time in sinking onto the sofa, exhaling a heavy sigh. She immediately sat down right next to him, and only then did she think to greet him: "Good evening, Baby." "Only now do you think to greet me, my young lady?" he teased playfully. "Well, the absolute excitement of seeing you made me completely forget my manners, but I remembered now," she countered, reaching for her cup to resume sipping her cappuccino. He reached over, gently taking the textbook from her hands to inspect the material. An unimaginable wave of delight washed over her heart simply because he was there. To her surprise, he reached out, took her cup of cappuccino, and brought it to his own lips to take a slow sip before setting it down. He then began explaining the difficult concepts to her with absolute composure, taking occasional sips of her drink as he spoke. She absorbed his explanations effortlessly, given her natural academic brilliance. Once he was entirely certain she had mastered the material, he closed the textbook and continued to slowly finish the remaining cappuccino. "Baby, should I fetch you another cup?" she asked, locking her eyes onto his. He shook his head, handing the empty cup back to her as he replied, "I only drank this because it belonged to you." As she reached out to retrieve it, their fingers brushed against one another. A powerful, electric shock rippled through his veins, forcing a sharp, involuntary "ash" from his lips. Hearing his gasp, her deeply spoiled voice instantly piped up: "I am so sorry, Baby." He simply nodded, watching her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze entirely captured by her prominent curves, which were severely testing his resolve. Completely oblivious to his intense scrutiny, she continued to chatter away in her endearing, spoiled manner, driving him deeper into a state of sweet agony. Unable to endure it any longer, his self-control snapped entirely. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her frame and pulling her flush against his chest, letting out a heavy, ragged sigh. Believing it to be nothing more than their usual affectionate embraces where they would sit close and converse, she relaxed completely into his hold, even resting her hand gently against his chest near his shoulder. He slowly slid his hand up her back, while she remained entirely devoid of any suspicion. With agonizing slowness, he slid the sleeping bonnet from her head, tossing it aside to gently stroke her incredibly soft, black hair. At that moment, a sudden tremor of nervousness shot through her chest, yet she made no move to pull away, entirely unsure of what to even say to him. With careful deliberation, he slid his hand up toward her neck... 🖊️ PRINCESS TEEMA ✍️🔥🕊️ With careful deliberation, he slid his hand up toward her neck, sending a strange, intoxicating sensation rippling through her entire being. Just as she attempted to sit up, he quickly pulled her back down, shifting her position until she was resting comfortably against him. "Baby, it is very late. Aren't you going back home?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him. Her words came as no surprise to him; he could clearly read the sudden fear and hesitation flashing deep within her eyes, which explained why she was suddenly urging him to leave when she usually begged him to stay. His heavy, hooded eyes, now completely bloodshot with intense emotion, locked onto her face. A wave of mild panic washed over her upon seeing the sudden change in his eyes, intensifying her urge to pull her body away from his. He found himself entirely unable to answer her, his tongue feeling completely tied as he simply stared down at her. Suddenly, Ammo stepped back into the parlor, her voice cutting through the heavy silence: "Baby, can't this studying wait until morning? It is far too late; when exactly do you intend to sleep..." The words died in her throat the moment her eyes registered the two of them on the sofa. She was thoroughly stunned by his presence; had she known he was still there, she never would have stepped out of her room. A wave of deep embarrassment washed over her. "Welcome back," she murmured awkwardly, taking a step backward. He offered her a fleeting glance before averting his eyes, simply nodding his head without uttering a single word, desperate to conceal the intense state of arousal he was currently battling. Ammo turned and retreated into her room, thoroughly baffled as to when he had arrived, noting she hadn't even heard the sound of his vehicle entering the compound. Baby quickly pulled herself out of his embrace, stating in a nervous tone, "Baby, I am going to bed now. It is far too late." He closed his eyes tightly, her whiny, spoiled tone vibrating through his entire system, pushing his desire to its absolute threshold. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he slowly leaned his face down, bringing his lips mere inches from hers. Her eyes widened in absolute shock and bewilderment. In a strained, barely audible whisper from the depths of his throat, he breathed, "Can I kiss you, my Baby?" Her eyes widened so drastically it felt as though they might pop right out of her skull. In a state of sheer panic, her voice trembling violently, she gasped, "Baby, a kiss?!" He nodded firmly, confirming exactly what he desired. In a wild, explosive motion, she bolted out of his embrace. Before he could even attempt to restrain her, she took off at a dead run, flying straight into Ammo’s bedroom. The moment she crossed the threshold, she slammed the door shut, gasping for breath in a state of utter panic. Her explosive entrance thoroughly startled Ammo, who was lying awake on the bed, instantly sitting upright. The elderly woman hadn't been asleep; she had been lying there deep in thought, trying to piece together the true nature of the relationship unfolding between her granddaughter and their benefactor. Realizing she had fled, he quickly bounded to his feet and pursued her, knowing her innocent, unpredictable nature meant she would likely blurt out his scandalous request to Ammo. The moment he pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside, she let out a tiny shriek, scrambling across Ammo's bed to tightly grip her grandmother in terror. He stood perfectly still, silently observing her. Ammo, having fully grasped the situation, feigned complete ignorance, wrapping her arms around her granddaughter and calmly asking what was wrong. In her frantic, childish state, the girl began to stammer, attempting to tell Ammo exactly what he had asked for. However, he swiftly cut her off before the words could leave her lips, addressing the grandmother: "Ammo, please give us a moment. Let me speak with her." Without a single word of protest, Ammo gently released her and made a move to step off the bed. In a panic, the girl scrambled down as well, clinging fiercely to Ammo's frame and insisting they exit the room together. He nodded softly, reassuring Ammo that she could leave without any worry. Ammo quickly made her exit, and the girl followed right on her heels, terrified of being left alone with him. But just as they reached the threshold, he reached out and firmly nabbed Baby, while Ammo slipped out into the parlor. The girl instantly burst into loud, vocal tears, crying out for him to release her, sobbing that she wanted no part of this. He remained completely silent, refusing to let her go, yet uttering not a single word for five agonizing minutes. Finally, he pulled her tightly against his chest in a warm embrace, whispering in a deeply subdued tone, "Are you truly crying like this simply because I asked to kiss you?" She continued to sob against his chest, refusing to answer, yet she gradually relaxed, burying her face into his shirt. "I am so, so sorry. I will never speak of such a thing again, for I cannot bear to see your tears fall. That's enough now, do you hear me?" Still, she offered no response, her sobs intensifying slightly. Lowering his frame, he swept her off her feet, lifting her into a bridal carry and walking out of the bedroom. A severe, agonizing wave of frustration washed through his body, yet he suppressed it entirely, prioritizing her absolute happiness above all else. He expected to find Ammo waiting in the parlor, but discovered the room was completely empty. Sinking onto the sofa with her still cradled securely in his arms, he continued to soothe her without pause. Gradually, the sharp sound of her sobbing faded into soft, rhythmic breathing against his ear—a clear sign that she had drifted off to sleep. Letting out a long, heavy sigh, he leaned his head back against the cushion of the sofa, closing his eyes as he exhaled slowly. He remained in that position for a solid twenty minutes before finally lowering his gaze to look down at her. She was deep in sleep, her body completely heavy with slumber. Exhaling softly, he carefully stood up with her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly into her own bedroom. He laid her gently upon her beautiful bed, pulling the duvet up to her waist. Kneeling beside the mattress right at eye level with her face, he murmured in a soft, barely audible whisper, "Look at you, my little troublemaker. Look how peacefully you sleep now after all that fuss." He spoke while staring intently at her tiny lips. Slowly, his gaze drifted down to her chest, which was prominently exposed due to the thin cut of her sleepwear and the angled position in which she lay. He swallowed hard, like a starving man staring at an irresistible feast. Exhaling a heavy sigh, he slowly reached his hand out toward her body, his fingers trembling with a nervous energy. He gently pulled the neckline of her top upward, then slowly leaned his face down toward hers, imprinting a soft, lingering kiss upon her lips. She stirred slightly, as if on the verge of waking. Panicking like a man caught in a crime, he bolted to his feet, dashed toward the wall switch, and turned off the bedroom lights before flying out of the room as though the floor were collapsing beneath him. He sprinted straight to his car, but once inside, he found himself utterly unable to drive. He sat in the driveway for thirty minutes, desperately fighting to bring his raging desires under control before he could safely operate the vehicle. With great difficulty, he finally ignited the engine and tore toward the gates at a frantic speed. Since the estate featured a state-of-the-art automated gate system, it sensed his approach and glided open on its own, allowing him to blast out onto the streets. Ammo stood perfectly still by her bedroom window overlooking the driveway, watching his frantic departure until his taillights vanished into the night, after which she made her way into Baby's room. Finding the girl exactly as he had left her, she walked over to recite the nighttime prayers over her—fully aware that he usually performed this ritual himself, completely oblivious to the fact that his desires had driven him to flee before completing it tonight. After finalizing the prayers, she stepped out and returned to her own bedroom, sinking onto her mattress as a storm of complex thoughts raced through her mind... Goodnight. 🔥🔥🔥 THE KINGDOM OF POWER 🔥🔥🔥 "Haulat, please excuse us. Leave me to speak with her alone," Momma instructed, desperate to have a private audience with Mahnoor—a conversation she had not managed to secure even once since her arrival. They were seated on the edge of the bed, Mahnoor’s head lowered in deep reverence. Mama Haulat bowed respectfully, answering, "As you wish, Your Highness," before turning to exit. Just as she reached the center of the room, Momma's voice rang out again: "Send Mahreen to me in two hours." With a quick "Understood," Mama Haulat exited the room. Momma redirected her gaze onto Mahnoor, noting the twin tracks of tears streaming down her face—a clear sign that the bitter memory of her orphaned status had triggered her sorrow. Drawing the girl into a warm embrace, Momma began to soothe her, murmuring with deep maternal affection, "You must never view me as an elite mother-in-law; you must view me as your own mother." She concluded her words while gently wiping the tears from her face. Mahnoor remained silent, deeply moved by Momma's profound kindness and humanity. Her single week under Mama Haulat's tutelage had already equipped her with essential knowledge regarding royal conduct. "In my capacity as your mother, I am going to impart some crucial wisdom regarding your conduct in your husband's household. I need you to compose yourself and listen to me with absolute focus. According to our royal customs, you will be escorted to your husband's private quarters tonight. In two weeks' time, we shall journey to Jimeta. I initially desired for us to depart tomorrow, but certain logistical constraints have pushed it back by two weeks; there are extensive bridal assets currently being shipped from Dubai, and we must compile everything before we can proceed. Tomorrow is simply too soon." Mahnoor nodded softly, letting out a calm breath. She truly felt a maternal bond with Momma, harboring a deep affection for her. With absolute composure...
Of course, he knew that whatever Rahilarh selected was bound to be nothing short of exceptional; without a doubt, this girl was the perfect match for Jaish.
Bursting with anticipation and eager to hear their verdict, Momma pressed, "Gwaggo (Akka), what do you think of her? Does she meet your approval?"
Akka remained silent, continuing to closely scrutinize Mahnoor, a poor soul with a completely innocent countenance. Knowing Akka for her brutal honesty, she spoke her mind plainly: "Are we entirely certain this girl won't turn out to be a green snake under green grass?"
Their eyes widened in unison at her words, though none among them possessed the courage to challenge Akka or demand an explanation.
She pressed on, observing, "Her facial expression suggests she is exceptionally quiet and reserved. As you well know, hypocrites are most commonly found among those with such a demeanor." ... Oh, our trustworthy Akka.
The parlor fell into a dead silence, for whenever the Queen Mother spoke, no one dared to interrupt until she had fully delivered her thoughts.
Reaching out her hand, she gently lifted Mahnoor’s chin. True to her elderly nature and completely devoid of any embarrassment, she began inspecting Mahnoor thoroughly, even sizing up her physical assets, murmuring as she did so: "Every single one of my grandsons is robust and full of vitality, meaning they require women who are physically complete and well-endowed. To shield them from falling into temptation, we must thoroughly investigate and secure spouses who can handle them. It is my duty to inspect everything on their behalf."
(I suppose you now understand the specific qualities the King was adamantly insisting upon when he declared he would only wed a woman to his sons if she possessed them? Do you grasp the nature of those qualities, or do you require further elaboration? They themselves are well aware that this trait is hereditary, and here we have Akka laying it all bare, confirming exactly what is sought after 😅🥱).
As she spoke, she gently slid Mahnoor’s royal cloak down to her shoulders.
(Good grief! Akka is truly worldly. It is certainly best that she inspects her on their behalf, a task made absolutely necessary by the knowledge that they inherited this intense drive.🤭 She knows exactly what their grandfather, King Abdul Malik, was like. It is only right that she examines her to determine if Mahnoor can truly handle Jaish. This old lady is incredibly sharp).
"How old are you?" she fired the question at Mahnoor. Momma made a move to interject and speak on her behalf, but Akka raised a hand, signaling her to remain silent.
"I do not want to hear a word from anyone else here; I am currently conducting my investigation." ... They all fell completely silent, listening intently.
The poor girl kept her head lowered, replying in a soft, timid voice, "I do not know my exact age, but it is somewhere between 15 and 16." Mahnoor’s Arabic was quite broken and hesitant, as she was far from fluent.
Akka nodded thoughtfully, then pressed further, asking, "Did your mother ever educate you on the true meaning of marriage, or did she leave you entirely clueless, expecting me to be the one to enlighten you? Do you even know what marriage entails? Do you know how to properly care for a husband? Are you aware of the temperament of the man you are marrying? Are you fully prepared to handle him?" ... Today, Akka was truly pulling out all the stops, ready to lay everything completely bare.
"No, I do not have a mother, and no one has ever spoken to me about marriage," she answered, her voice trembling as though she were on the verge of tears.
Akka froze instantly, halting her attempts to remove the cloak, and swiftly snapped her gaze back to the girl's face. "Are you an orphan?" she asked, her tone instantly softening with deep compassion.
When Mahnoor nodded in affirmation, her eyes swelling with tears, Akka felt her heart melt. The royal family possessed a profound, deep-seated empathy for orphans; it was woven into their very fabric. Drawing the girl close into her embrace, Akka asked, "What is your name?"
Mahnoor provided her name. Akka gently rested the girl's head upon her lap, softly stroking her back as she announced in a raised voice, "Princess Mahnoor, wife of Prince Jaish, you are most welcome into the family of King Abdul Malik."
A massive, collective sigh of relief escaped the lips of the King and the others, especially Momma, who had been more anxious than anyone to hear Akka's final verdict. The moment she addressed Mahnoor as a princess, it was a definitive sign that she had fully accepted her.
Chuchu’s mother immediately erupted into a joyous, echoing ululation (guɗa), plunging the entire room into an state of uncontainable happiness. Meanwhile, Sarina and Mammie were nearly choking on their own bitter resentment, particularly upon seeing Mahnoor’s face. There wasn't a single flaw to find on her; her beauty was so absolute it seemed self-crafted. Above all, she vastly eclipsed Fanan in beauty and grace, leaving them with absolutely nothing to criticize. Sarina looked as though she might burst from sheer jealousy on Fanan's behalf.
The drama was truly intensifying.
Turning her gaze toward the King and his companions, Akka issued a firm royal command, declaring her absolute approval of Mahnoor and instructing them to receive her warmly as their daughter-in-law. They responded with deep reverence, stating they welcomed her with open arms.
Akka then requested to hear the full story of how Jaish had crossed paths with this orphan girl and what had brought him to Nigeria in the first place. Without omitting a single detail, Momma recounted the entire sequence of events. Their hearts swelled with an even greater wave of sympathy for Mahnoor. Akka’s anger flared instantly, and she vowed bitterly that she would never forgive Nenne, insisting they must make her face severe retribution for the agonizing cruelty she had inflicted upon Mahnoor—for they never tolerated injustice.
In a bitter slip of the tongue, Sarina blurted out aloud, "So she originates from a wretched house of impoverished, helpless peasants after all." She remained entirely oblivious to her blunder until she noticed every eye in the room fixed upon her. Realizing what she had done, she quickly bolted from the room, storming out in a huff under the pretense that she had wasted her precious time looking at a pauper's child.
Their eyes followed her until she exited the room. At that moment, the King recognized that a severe storm was brewing if they failed to act decisively. He knew he had to sit down with Momma to devise a flawless strategy to protect Mahnoor from any harm; otherwise, she would face a severe threat from her co-wives and in-laws.
In short, every arrangement was finalized right then and there. Momma requested permission to travel to Jimeta to deliver the bridal gifts and everything traditionally provided for a bride-to-be. Akka personally granted her authorization. Once they completed their planning, Chuchu's mother and Momma stood up, took hold of Mahnoor, and escorted her out, followed shortly by Mama. Mammie was the last to exit.
The parlor was left with only the King, Uncle Abbas, Uncle Jahiz, and Akka, who immediately began a closed-door discussion to map out their next moves.
Meanwhile, Mahnoor was escorted straight to Momma's private wing to be thoroughly prepared, as she was scheduled to be moved to Jaish’s quarters later that evening. Mahreen, on the other hand, had been left behind in the styling room.
🔥🔥🔥 BABY AND AMMO 🔥🔥🔥
She was loungeing on the sofa, directly facing Ammo who was seated on her own couch watching television. She held a cup of cappuccino, sipping it slowly. On the center table before her sat a remarkably sleek, incredibly expensive, medium-sized laptop, next to which lay several notebooks she was studying for her examinations; as previously mentioned, she possessed an insatiable passion for academics and had been blessed with both secular and religious intellect.
She was dressed in beautiful sleepwear—a remarkably soft, thin-strapped camisole paired with form-fitting shorts that cut off mid-calf, failing to reach the floor. The shorts fit her frame perfectly, while the top possessed a slightly loose cut. She possessed an incredibly stunning, full-figured physique, though she wasn't particularly tall, her height perfectly matching her young age.
Sipping her cappuccino with deliberate slowness, she reviewed her notes, her head covered by the matching sleeping bonnet.
"Baby, I am heading in to sleep. It is already 9:00 PM," Ammo noted. "You should wrap up your studies soon and go to bed as well, considering you have an early exam tomorrow morning, right?"
"Yes, I have an exam. I'll finish up shortly; there's only a little bit left," she replied, placing her cup on the table beside her laptop. She picked up a sheet of paper she had been reviewing; her brain was growing exhausted, and she was struggling to grasp the concept before her. She debated whether she should call her Baby to ask him to tutor her over WhatsApp, as they typically did whenever a particular subject proved too difficult.
Meanwhile, Ammo stood up and headed toward her own bedroom, wishing her a good night. They maintained separate bedrooms, though Baby would occasionally choose to sleep in Ammo's room.
Baby reached for her phone to call him and request that he log onto WhatsApp for a study session. However, before she could dial, her senses were hit by the distinct scent of his expensive cologne, causing her to instantly snap her gaze toward the entrance.
He stood right there at the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, silently watching her. He was dressed in a stylish pair of white three-quarter denim shorts and a remarkably handsome sky-blue round-neck polo shirt. He looked exceptionally attractive, his casual attire indicating he had dashed out in a hurry without much thought.
Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and pure delight. She bounded to her feet, a brilliant smile breaking across her face before she called out his name: "Baby!"
He offered no verbal response, keeping his gaze locked intensely upon her. To any casual observer, it would seem he was admiring her entire frame, but his attention was focused squarely on her chest; she wasn't wearing a bra, and her natural assets stood out prominently, entirely impossible to ignore. Could it be that Baby had found himself utterly unable to sleep, prompting this late-night visit? After all, he was a flesh-and-blood man of thirty, in perfect health—how could he possibly find rest after witnessing such a striking view earlier? Say what you will, but it was the absolute truth.
"Baby, you were planning to come over and didn't even tell me?" she grumbled in that deeply spoiled, endearing manner of hers.
He cleared his throat slightly, his voice raspy and choked up from the sight before him. "This visit wasn't in my schedule at all; circumstances completely forced it upon me unexpectedly," he stated, remaining perfectly still at the doorway.
"Forced upon you, Baby?" She tilted her head as he nodded. "Then who exactly forced you to come?"
He let out a slow breath, deliberately tearing his gaze away from her prominent chest.
"You are the one who forced my heart to come here. I went back home but couldn't find a single moment of peace; my heart was utterly consumed by the desperate need to see you."
A radiant smile broke across her lips. "Yes, that is my Baby! I was actually desperate to see you as well."
"Why did you want to see me?" he asked tersely.
Twisting her features into a deeply spoiled pout as though she might burst into tears, she replied, "This coursework is proving entirely too difficult for me. I cannot make sense of any of it. Please, come and review it for me."
From the moment she began speaking, his gaze locked onto her tiny, pouting lips, causing his thoughts to completely short-circuit as a profound wave of exhaustion and desire washed over him simultaneously. Exercising immense self-control, he forced his feet to carry him toward her.
Upon reaching her side, he wasted no time in sinking onto the sofa, exhaling a heavy sigh. She immediately sat down right next to him, and only then did she think to greet him: "Good evening, Baby."
"Only now do you think to greet me, my young lady?" he teased playfully.
"Well, the absolute excitement of seeing you made me completely forget my manners, but I remembered now," she countered, reaching for her cup to resume sipping her cappuccino. He reached over, gently taking the textbook from her hands to inspect the material.
An unimaginable wave of delight washed over her heart simply because he was there. To her surprise, he reached out, took her cup of cappuccino, and brought it to his own lips to take a slow sip before setting it down. He then began explaining the difficult concepts to her with absolute composure, taking occasional sips of her drink as he spoke.
She absorbed his explanations effortlessly, given her natural academic brilliance. Once he was entirely certain she had mastered the material, he closed the textbook and continued to slowly finish the remaining cappuccino.
"Baby, should I fetch you another cup?" she asked, locking her eyes onto his.
He shook his head, handing the empty cup back to her as he replied, "I only drank this because it belonged to you."
As she reached out to retrieve it, their fingers brushed against one another. A powerful, electric shock rippled through his veins, forcing a sharp, involuntary "ash" from his lips.
Hearing his gasp, her deeply spoiled voice instantly piped up: "I am so sorry, Baby."
He simply nodded, watching her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze entirely captured by her prominent curves, which were severely testing his resolve. Completely oblivious to his intense scrutiny, she continued to chatter away in her endearing, spoiled manner, driving him deeper into a state of sweet agony.
Unable to endure it any longer, his self-control snapped entirely. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her frame and pulling her flush against his chest, letting out a heavy, ragged sigh. Believing it to be nothing more than their usual affectionate embraces where they would sit close and converse, she relaxed completely into his hold, even resting her hand gently against his chest near his shoulder.
He slowly slid his hand up her back, while she remained entirely devoid of any suspicion. With agonizing slowness, he slid the sleeping bonnet from her head, tossing it aside to gently stroke her incredibly soft, black hair. At that moment, a sudden tremor of nervousness shot through her chest, yet she made no move to pull away, entirely unsure of what to even say to him.
With careful deliberation, he slid his hand up toward her neck...
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With careful deliberation, he slid his hand up toward her neck, sending a strange, intoxicating sensation rippling through her entire being. Just as she attempted to sit up, he quickly pulled her back down, shifting her position until she was resting comfortably against him.
"Baby, it is very late. Aren't you going back home?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.
Her words came as no surprise to him; he could clearly read the sudden fear and hesitation flashing deep within her eyes, which explained why she was suddenly urging him to leave when she usually begged him to stay.
His heavy, hooded eyes, now completely bloodshot with intense emotion, locked onto her face. A wave of mild panic washed over her upon seeing the sudden change in his eyes, intensifying her urge to pull her body away from his.
He found himself entirely unable to answer her, his tongue feeling completely tied as he simply stared down at her. Suddenly, Ammo stepped back into the parlor, her voice cutting through the heavy silence: "Baby, can't this studying wait until morning? It is far too late; when exactly do you intend to sleep..."
The words died in her throat the moment her eyes registered the two of them on the sofa. She was thoroughly stunned by his presence; had she known he was still there, she never would have stepped out of her room. A wave of deep embarrassment washed over her.
"Welcome back," she murmured awkwardly, taking a step backward.
He offered her a fleeting glance before averting his eyes, simply nodding his head without uttering a single word, desperate to conceal the intense state of arousal he was currently battling.
Ammo turned and retreated into her room, thoroughly baffled as to when he had arrived, noting she hadn't even heard the sound of his vehicle entering the compound.
Baby quickly pulled herself out of his embrace, stating in a nervous tone, "Baby, I am going to bed now. It is far too late."
He closed his eyes tightly, her whiny, spoiled tone vibrating through his entire system, pushing his desire to its absolute threshold. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he slowly leaned his face down, bringing his lips mere inches from hers.
Her eyes widened in absolute shock and bewilderment. In a strained, barely audible whisper from the depths of his throat, he breathed, "Can I kiss you, my Baby?"
Her eyes widened so drastically it felt as though they might pop right out of her skull. In a state of sheer panic, her voice trembling violently, she gasped, "Baby, a kiss?!"
He nodded firmly, confirming exactly what he desired. In a wild, explosive motion, she bolted out of his embrace. Before he could even attempt to restrain her, she took off at a dead run, flying straight into Ammo’s bedroom. The moment she crossed the threshold, she slammed the door shut, gasping for breath in a state of utter panic.
Her explosive entrance thoroughly startled Ammo, who was lying awake on the bed, instantly sitting upright. The elderly woman hadn't been asleep; she had been lying there deep in thought, trying to piece together the true nature of the relationship unfolding between her granddaughter and their benefactor.
Realizing she had fled, he quickly bounded to his feet and pursued her, knowing her innocent, unpredictable nature meant she would likely blurt out his scandalous request to Ammo. The moment he pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside, she let out a tiny shriek, scrambling across Ammo's bed to tightly grip her grandmother in terror.
He stood perfectly still, silently observing her. Ammo, having fully grasped the situation, feigned complete ignorance, wrapping her arms around her granddaughter and calmly asking what was wrong. In her frantic, childish state, the girl began to stammer, attempting to tell Ammo exactly what he had asked for.
However, he swiftly cut her off before the words could leave her lips, addressing the grandmother: "Ammo, please give us a moment. Let me speak with her."
Without a single word of protest, Ammo gently released her and made a move to step off the bed. In a panic, the girl scrambled down as well, clinging fiercely to Ammo's frame and insisting they exit the room together.
He nodded softly, reassuring Ammo that she could leave without any worry. Ammo quickly made her exit, and the girl followed right on her heels, terrified of being left alone with him. But just as they reached the threshold, he reached out and firmly nabbed Baby, while Ammo slipped out into the parlor. The girl instantly burst into loud, vocal tears, crying out for him to release her, sobbing that she wanted no part of this.
He remained completely silent, refusing to let her go, yet uttering not a single word for five agonizing minutes. Finally, he pulled her tightly against his chest in a warm embrace, whispering in a deeply subdued tone, "Are you truly crying like this simply because I asked to kiss you?"
She continued to sob against his chest, refusing to answer, yet she gradually relaxed, burying her face into his shirt.
"I am so, so sorry. I will never speak of such a thing again, for I cannot bear to see your tears fall. That's enough now, do you hear me?"
Still, she offered no response, her sobs intensifying slightly. Lowering his frame, he swept her off her feet, lifting her into a bridal carry and walking out of the bedroom. A severe, agonizing wave of frustration washed through his body, yet he suppressed it entirely, prioritizing her absolute happiness above all else. He expected to find Ammo waiting in the parlor, but discovered the room was completely empty. Sinking onto the sofa with her still cradled securely in his arms, he continued to soothe her without pause. Gradually, the sharp sound of her sobbing faded into soft, rhythmic breathing against his ear—a clear sign that she had drifted off to sleep.
Letting out a long, heavy sigh, he leaned his head back against the cushion of the sofa, closing his eyes as he exhaled slowly.
He remained in that position for a solid twenty minutes before finally lowering his gaze to look down at her. She was deep in sleep, her body completely heavy with slumber. Exhaling softly, he carefully stood up with her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly into her own bedroom. He laid her gently upon her beautiful bed, pulling the duvet up to her waist. Kneeling beside the mattress right at eye level with her face, he murmured in a soft, barely audible whisper, "Look at you, my little troublemaker. Look how peacefully you sleep now after all that fuss." He spoke while staring intently at her tiny lips.
Slowly, his gaze drifted down to her chest, which was prominently exposed due to the thin cut of her sleepwear and the angled position in which she lay. He swallowed hard, like a starving man staring at an irresistible feast. Exhaling a heavy sigh, he slowly reached his hand out toward her body, his fingers trembling with a nervous energy. He gently pulled the neckline of her top upward, then slowly leaned his face down toward hers, imprinting a soft, lingering kiss upon her lips. She stirred slightly, as if on the verge of waking.
Panicking like a man caught in a crime, he bolted to his feet, dashed toward the wall switch, and turned off the bedroom lights before flying out of the room as though the floor were collapsing beneath him. He sprinted straight to his car, but once inside, he found himself utterly unable to drive. He sat in the driveway for thirty minutes, desperately fighting to bring his raging desires under control before he could safely operate the vehicle.
With great difficulty, he finally ignited the engine and tore toward the gates at a frantic speed. Since the estate featured a state-of-the-art automated gate system, it sensed his approach and glided open on its own, allowing him to blast out onto the streets. Ammo stood perfectly still by her bedroom window overlooking the driveway, watching his frantic departure until his taillights vanished into the night, after which she made her way into Baby's room. Finding the girl exactly as he had left her, she walked over to recite the nighttime prayers over her—fully aware that he usually performed this ritual himself, completely oblivious to the fact that his desires had driven him to flee before completing it tonight.
After finalizing the prayers, she stepped out and returned to her own bedroom, sinking onto her mattress as a storm of complex thoughts raced through her mind... Goodnight.
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"Haulat, please excuse us. Leave me to speak with her alone," Momma instructed, desperate to have a private audience with Mahnoor—a conversation she had not managed to secure even once since her arrival. They were seated on the edge of the bed, Mahnoor’s head lowered in deep reverence.
Mama Haulat bowed respectfully, answering, "As you wish, Your Highness," before turning to exit. Just as she reached the center of the room, Momma's voice rang out again: "Send Mahreen to me in two hours."
With a quick "Understood," Mama Haulat exited the room. Momma redirected her gaze onto Mahnoor, noting the twin tracks of tears streaming down her face—a clear sign that the bitter memory of her orphaned status had triggered her sorrow. Drawing the girl into a warm embrace, Momma began to soothe her, murmuring with deep maternal affection, "You must never view me as an elite mother-in-law; you must view me as your own mother." She concluded her words while gently wiping the tears from her face.
Mahnoor remained silent, deeply moved by Momma's profound kindness and humanity. Her single week under Mama Haulat's tutelage had already equipped her with essential knowledge regarding royal conduct.
"In my capacity as your mother, I am going to impart some crucial wisdom regarding your conduct in your husband's household. I need you to compose yourself and listen to me with absolute focus. According to our royal customs, you will be escorted to your husband's private quarters tonight. In two weeks' time, we shall journey to Jimeta. I initially desired for us to depart tomorrow, but certain logistical constraints have pushed it back by two weeks; there are extensive bridal assets currently being shipped from Dubai, and we must compile everything before we can proceed. Tomorrow is simply too soon."
Mahnoor nodded softly, letting out a calm breath. She truly felt a maternal bond with Momma, harboring a deep affection for her.
With absolute composure...