LOGINZainab had a crush on the new boy,not knowing that her close friend, Maryam has a thing for him to. But then things get out of hand as Maryam did all she could to have him for herself, which results to breaking their perfectly made friendship. But as they say, what comes around goes around. A love triangle it is!
View More"I'm busy Zainab. Go and sleep." Ismail said, massaging his temple, not even sparing her a glance."I know you aren't busy. Please. Can I come in? I know that what I did was not right but please." She pleaded.He sighed and muttered come in. Seconds later she was in front of him, staring at him as she took a deep breath."I'm sorry." She said.He didn't spare her a glance so she continued."I...I was in the wrong too and...and am tired of hiding my feelings for you anymore. I love you Ismail. I'm so sorry." She sniffed and blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out.And her words totally took him off guard. He stared at her as she lowered her head."Come here." He motioned to her to come closer and she did, sitting beside him. She stared at him for a while before she placed her forehead on his chest, trying to push back her tears.
"Mu'allim!" Zainab said surprised and opened the door wider, trying to mask her shocked expression. She awkwardly shifted as she greeted Mustapha who gave her a tight smile. After hugging Ummi and Ruqayyah she went in to get them some drinks and samosas. "How are you Zainab and your husband?" Mu'allim nearly choked as he tried to voice out the words. "We're....doing fine." She smiled. Mustapha asked her too and she replied the same thing. "Rukky let's go upstairs." Deeja said and the three went up and left the other three. Zainab rubbed her sweaty palms on her gown and smiled at them. "Zainab we..." Mu'allim gulped. "We need to talk." He said and she gulped. "Your life was messed up. You once loved a guy who didn't love you and disgraced you in return. The person who is now your husband. You then dated Musty, and then we got engaged, almost got married
It had been four days after the wedding, but there was no sign of Ismail. She tried several times to ask Maami but couldn't muster the courage to do so. Aliya has went back to her home in Abuja.Later in the evening she decided to make an apple pie. She was so totally engrossed in making the dish that she didn't know when someone came in. And then when she saw him, she screamed at the top of her voice, before he swiftly closed her mouth with his hand."Common Habibti relax, its me." He sensually spoke into her ear, his warm breath fanning her collarbone."Ya Allah, you scared me! I'm not used to someone sneaking in on me..." Her breath hitched as she took in his appearance. He was wearing a white kaftan with golden embroidery but without a cap. His glistening hair fell over his eyes, casting a dark shadow on his face. How can a Nigerian have this kind of hair?He
The moment those words left her mouth and registered into Zainab's head, she stared feeling dizzy, and before she knew it she was down. "Deeja, quickly get some water!" Halima said as they all gathered around her. "Give her some space to breath!" Zulaiha said and they backed out a little terrified. Maama and Ameer's wife, Hanan rushed into the room too worried. What was wrong? What brought the twist of events? She regained consciousness in a few minutes and looked up to find Maama, been the only person in the room. "Dear are you okay?" She asked and Zainab nodded gently. "Maama tell me please what is happening?" "Zainab please calm down, there's nothing to worry about. Just accept what was written in your fate. You and Ismail are meant for each other. Even though the people gathered were here to witness your marriage with Mu'allim, the plans





