Scars of undying grief

Intro

This book talks about the reality of the world we live in. The characters are all a work of fiction, and everything here is my effort in mind thinking and describing details for you.

This is not a typical Hausa/Northern Nigerian love story, I won't say it's the best, I'm the Author of  "North Prince Charming" I hope you loved it, if you haven't seen it, do check it out, do give this one a try, be rest assured you won't be disappointed, try not to be judgmental okay, without further ado,
Enjoy!

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It all started when Zayba invited another woman of blood relations to share a roof with her and her Husband.

* Two sisters Zayba and Hibbah, Hibbah was a girl who loves luxuries everything cute and romantic.

while Zayba was her direct opposite, who doesn't take life too serious and is contented with what Life has for her .

Hibbah and Zayba being the only daughters of their parents were loved by their parents to the extent their mum skipped meals just because they didn't return home early.

And their Dad was ready to sacrifice his life just to see them smile.

Their Das who was a naval officer and their mom a complete house wife gave all they could in their children up bringing and harmony.

Zayba happened to be a shorty too bad, talking of figure eight, she's the real coca-cola bottle, and always bragged about being all her husband would ever need, her skin had a lighter shade of peach, you wouldn't need to strain your eyes up or bring them down to see her, long haired as thick as a forest at night, resting on her shoulders.

Nose so pointed like a pen placed firmly right there, eyes so beautiful, white as snow with a not so brown sharp pupils, talk of intelligence, ninety nine dot nine percent, her voice is as smooth as the surface of silk clothing , talk of religion she's islamically stable.

Natives and Arabian wears was her choice of dresses. A figure of elegance.

Even though she still believed beauty came from within. "Everything her man will need." Was a statement she held that kept her stern.

While in the other hand , Hibbah was nothing but a stick figure, ass like ready to use ply wood, skinny to the bone and always on tight outfits, hair so long, resting on her little bumping plywood,

Hipbone shooting out of her sides like ovaries standing beside the uterus, cat walk so defined, her friends called her deepika, slim , long haired, not so pointed nose, eyes white as snow, pupils so dark like sambisa forest at night, but will always have guys howling around her like flies howling around a ripe mango,

An example of beauty, she always bragged about being the skinniest sexy thing anyone had ever laid eyes on, a figure of awe she called herself.

Intelligence, nothing to brag about, but always believed she was trying, Islamically stable due to certified home training.

The little big family have always been happy together, even with the sister sister fight they had, they still loved one another.

And there came the love of Zayba's life, Fuad, melanin popping, finesse dripping, Kaduna boy, the real definition of fine boy, six foot five whole heighted, not heavy weighted, slim, large white eyeballs, dark pupils that strikes during the day, and sends divergent light at night,

Talk of picture perfect, Zayba and Fuad, just like a picture, perfect!

Hibba's visist to Zee's and Fuad's home made the earth turned dark and it begun to rain in red. Zayba never saw that coming.

Will things ever go right? Or will it stay wrong?

Stay with me through this journey, let's see how it goes.

I'll try to update twice a week.

Any resemblance to you or your life is by accident.

Love, nazy.❤