The Kabir dikkos(emir of katsina) and the Farouk's were all seated anxiously in the hospital lobby awaiting the worst,with everyone having a thought in mind,but Yasmeen particularly looked like a walking dead,Tasneem wrapped her arms around her while Hayra stared at them with a blank expression.
The light in the theatre went off signaling that the did had been done so their nervousness increased as they waited for the doctor.
"Doctor how's Hammad?" Ammah mustered the courage to ask the British lady doctor.
"He's out of danger for now but he had slipped into coma,when he regained consciousness he would go through a thorough neoro check to make sure his memories were still intact since there are some injuries in his head,but you should keep praying for him now" Doctor Ana explained professionally.
"Can we see him" Mamy asked,she badly wanted to see the situation her only son and also bestie was in.
"Yes but you should not make noise..." Yasmeen didn't let her finished when she ran towards the room and barge in.
Amma look at the rest and signal for them to let her be,she's not happy about her grandchildren relationship state,not when they were her favorites, she had been planning their wedding since she can't remember when,maybe there was still hope,Hammad condition might mend their broken bond.
There,her Hetch laid looking lifeless with different tubes and machines attached to his body and it's none other's fault but hers,it has always being her fault.
"Hammad dan Allah ka tashi,I can't imagine this life without you,I promise you that I didn't meant all those words I said wallahi,you can't leave your mermaid alone,remember what you told me years back that you'll hold on tight to my hands and never let go,pleaseeee" she cried out loud.
Right then she made a promise to herself,if Hammad really wake up then she'd do as her mind pushed her to,she don't care if it means risking hers and her Hetch's life but she'll go ahead and do it,she'd be selfish even if it's for once in her life,she'd choose herself first this time around.
Zaria,Nigeria
"Malam,name the price,I don't care how much it cost I'll pay,but this marriage must not happen" Hajiya ladi boomed with her voice echoing across the large hut of the so called Malam.
"Ke kar kiyi mana tsawa a nan,in ba haka ba mutanen mu suyi maganin ki,I told you how guarded those two are,go to whoever you think can do this for you and pay your filthy money but this marriage will take place" he yelled which made the occupants to shiver.
"You said they're guarded,do you mean their own malams are more powerful or what" Hajiya Maryam asked and the malam laugh evilly.
"You're deceiving yourselves by calling those who do my kind of jobs by the title 'malam' do you see us doing what the lord instructed us to do? And your answer is no,they've no 'boka' they're guarded by du'as,they seek guidance and help from Allah not people like us,So you two should leave before you cause me troubles" they quickly stood and left.
"What are we to do now?" Ladi asked while Maryam chuckled.
"Or rather what are you going to do dear sister, you have to accept the fact that your daughter Zainab will not marry Hammad,thank God Nafisa still had a chance since Ammar is seeing no one,just a little retouch and my dear baby will marry the heir to Daura" she said with a dreamy smile while Maryam couldn't shockingly stared at her sister ,is she really turning her back against her.
"Did you just,I taught Zainab is your daughter also" she said still shocked by her sister's utterance.
"No,she's your daughter while she's my niece,I only have one daughter which is Nafisa the future queen of daura kingdom" she laughed heartily while Maryam smirked as she thought of something.
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ROYAL HEIRS✔️
Short Story{#1 in Royal chaos🥇} Royal heirs is a book centered on royalty and it's ethics. It touches a lot of royal kingdoms but it's an entire work of fiction.
