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Aman's POV

Yes i was born into privilege doesn't mean it has always been easy. I had the confidence to go through what wasn't expected, be it coming from my mother or father. And the courage to create my own ways, Everyone tried to pull be back, but that just gave me the resilience and extra courage to fight further.
To most people being successful is enough but to me it's just the beginning.
The only difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little 'extra' you need to add.
The fact that I don't work under my father is enough, yes i am an Architect, a recognized one if i might add.

My father never wanted me to go for the course. But my passion made me go through it personally on my own with little or no support at all. And today am proud to say i have a growing company i can call mine not my father's or any other person's own.

The sound of footsteps brought me back to the world of living"Hey bro" i heard the voice am already used to hearing, it was Naim. If not him or Safna I don't think there's anyone else that barges into people's rooms without knocking.

The glare i sent his way made him grinning like the
unserious person he has always been"What's wrong with you and why are you not in your room" I asked typing away on my MacBook. He gasped dramatically"I just thought it would be human enough to check on you but guess am wrong"
Personally I think he's supposed to be in a hospital being checked on.

That's why am one hundred and one percent sure he's related to Safna."Whatever, why are you smiling so much, what have you done again" i asked narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him. There was a time they busted a teacher's car tyre. By 'they' I meant him and Safna because he helped Safna to get back at the teacher for punishing her. I could remember scolding them after hearing what the punishment was. It was just to write four hundred lines of 'i am sorry for disturbing your class' and they did that to the teacher.

Well not like with Safna and Naim in the same place I've always been safe too. Because those nincompoops once poured temporary green dye into my shampoo. They've always been so childish and immature.

"I've found her Aman, she's so beautiful and a little bit feisty, not to talk of her voice that makes me remember the beauty of life, masha Allah" that was all it took for Naim to say and for i to shut down the MacBook and turned my whole attention to him, it's not everyday you get to hear 'I've found her'from an unserious person like Naim. "Who's she and where did you meet her" I asked curiously.

"The first time i met her was in a mall and the moment my eyes fell on her i knew she was the missing piece bro, she was with Hayrah, the girl that works with Hajiya and Safna's friend, i think you've met her too and she's so hot too mehn" he finished blabbing and all what i can remember is the 'she is so hot too' part.

To be very honest my heart skipped a bit after i heard that part. "Yeah, I've seen her around" I answered even though I tried all I could for me to sound nonchalant about her part. "So what are you planning to do" i asked just to clear my head from anything related to her. He looked at me and sighed "I told you she's so stubborn Aman, I don't think she is going to accept just like that. I got her number from Safna since last week after many pleads, you know Safna though i had to bribe her" I glared at him immediately i heard the last statement, someone would think they are not both the same.

"So what are you planning to do, since you've got her number I think that is all" I said. He sighed nervously "That's why am here guy, i still haven't called her. Heck I don't even know what to tell her". I resisted the urge to laugh because I can't believe Naim is nervous to talk to a girl for once. "You know i am not good at all this relationship things, but I strongly advise you get to know her first, try to be friends with her and leave everything to Allah"

He grinned "Thank you so much man, i owe you one and I'll call her right away" he didn't wait for my answer as he ran out of the room immediately.

Well love really sucks.

Her name is Hayrah, Full name:Hayrah Abubakar. She's the second child and the last child. She has a brother that teaches at Government primary school down their house. She's studying Architecture at Abuja State University and a 300 level student, she works as a maid too. She lives with her mother and her brother. There's no history of her father. They live at old Garage road.

Could her father be dead or something. That was the question i kept asking myself after i read that piece of information the detective sent to me some minutes ago after checking my phone. The first time i saved her wasn't the first time i saw her actually, i saw her with Safna the following day after we came back but i am very sure she didn't see me there. I thought she was Safna's friend but then i got shocked when she told me she works for mom. She looked anything but not close to a maid. Beautiful, captivating, smart, name it anything but not a maid. She had that aura around her that just seems so different from other girls.

I stalked her back home that day, and am so glad i did it, because i saved her and that's way more important than anything. But immediately after that I realized i was being stupid and a coward because I know she can't even accept me or something, heck it just seems impossible.
I started acting rude to forget her or something but that's not working so far.

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