TAUHIDA ✔️

Chapter 1

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Bismillah!!

~°°~ Out of million possibilities, came you ~°°~

Few miles away from kugbo, Abuja, Nigeria.
2nd January, 2022.
7:18am

He sighed.

His lips drew into a straight line as he dropped his luggage at the middle of his miniature parlour and laid back on one of the sofas there, inhaling deeply the fresh sensational air around the place.

Yes! He felt really exhausted. To think that he had stayed at camp for a month, he felt glad - relieved even - that he was finally home.

Not exactly home, just somewhere he desperately believed to be home and lived in, his house.

A slouch cut through his tranquilly relaxed figure after he reminisced that he would be home for only three days, his next posting was on the fourth. He wasn't disappointed about that being a fact but he certainly was not happy about it either.

His eyes found themselves travelling around the space in an attempt to scrutinize his environment. The whole place was clean, spotless even.

He gave credit to David - his housekeeper and guard - for that, it simply made his life easier to not have to worry about dust being all over the place anytime he was to return. It would have been a really tiring thing.

A sigh escaped him again as he decided to ignore the train of thoughts travelling his head. They were after all always there to engage his brain, except times when he refused it.

Or times like that one when his stomach begins to make excruciating sounds, attempting to remind him of the hunger he carried a long way.

He needed to go get something to solve his hunger so he shrugged everything else away and headed to the kitchen. He didn't have that much of time in his hands to worry about everything else.

He doubted if there were food stuffs in the house which would make him a good meal and he was right. The few unimportant ingredients he found in the kitchen were just going to add to his troubles.

He sighed! Again! Cereals it is!

After munching on the cornflakes, he picked his luggage and headed into his medium sized room. He stripped off his clothes tying a towel around his torso down his thigh, and took a bath in his reserved yet elegant bathroom.

His house was nothing like a bachelor's house, he maintained each and every thing in it. The interiors of which were mostly in white or ash colour, only his room was in black.

The building was perfectly erected and surveyed on a secured piece of land which had nature to compliment to it.

Both the substructure and the superstructure were done and completed smoothly. The walls that rose to the right level were beautifully painted with white and ash paint. The congregated iron sheet roofing on the beams of the building was also smooth as a solar panel was placed on its top. The window panes and doors were all of best quality.

His interior designs were also of high quality and beauty. His parlour was in pure white, if there were any other colour apart from that, then it was simply invisible to the eyes.

From the lush carpet placed on the floor at the center of room, to the luxurious sofas placed at three of the four sides of the room and to the centre table where beautiful flower vases were placed on. Everything shouted simplistic money.