The Crown And Her Shadows

chapter 2

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"Ayman’s POV

"Good morning, sir."
"Morning Abdullah, how are you?"
"Fine, thank you, sir."

"What do I owe this early morning phone call?"
"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but Qatar University was wondering if you could be a substitute lecturer for the semester."
"Okay. What course?"
"Technical drawing."
"Alright, no problem. Send me the details and schedule for the semester."
"Okay sir, but you have a class by 11:00 AM... which is in the next one hour."
"Okay. Thank you. Goodbye."

Ugh. I hate teaching kids. Most of them are creeps—just sitting there, staring at me like I grew two extra heads. I know I’m fine, but it’s rude to stare.

I jumped into the shower, came out, and walked into my closet to pick something presentable. After what felt like a small fashion war, I settled on a white Armani suit and black Gucci shoes. I combed my hair, picked it into a low bun, and left.

On my way, I stopped by Starbucks. I needed my usual fix: an iced coffee and an iced toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso. Too much? Maybe. But so am I.

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Iman’s POV

"IMAAN, WAKE UP! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!" Billy shouted.
"Mmm I’m coming..."
"It’s 10:30, Imaan! WAKE UP!"

"Oh no, I’m up!"
"Noooo, stay there," she mocked.

Toh, Mama.

I took the fastest shower in human history, ran to my closet, and grabbed washed blue jeans, a white sweatshirt, black-and-white Jordans, a black shoulder bag, and my black veil. No time for breakfast—Starbucks, here we come.

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At Starbucks...

We got lucky—no line. Billy got an iced coffee, I ordered the iced toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso because, well, I was in an adventurous mood.

Billy's phone rang, so she went outside to answer and wait in the car.

"Iman, your order is ready!" the barista called.

I walked over, but just as I reached the counter, this guy—clearly in a rush—grabbed my order. EXCUSE YOU, sir?

I snatched it right back. He didn’t let go. We started dragging the bag from each other like toddlers fighting over a toy. And then—rip—the bag tore and the drinks spilled all over me.

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Ayman’s POV

I walked into Starbucks and asked if anyone had ordered an iced coffee and iced toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso. They told me someone had, but I needed to ask around. Me? Ask? Nah, I had other plans.

When the barista called out the order, I saw her: the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Maybe 19 or 20. Petite. Glowing fair skin. Big, black eyes. Heart-shaped lips. She had this Moroccan vibe, but I couldn’t tell for sure.

She walked up to the counter—elegant, calm. But me? My ego said “seize the drink, king.” So I did.

She snatched it. I pulled back. She held tight.
Next thing I knew—boom—her drink was all over her white sweatshirt.

She glared at me like she was about to devour me whole.
"ARE YOU MAD?" she shouted.
I didn’t say a word.
"ARE YOU MAD?!" she repeated, louder.

Still nothing from me.
So she exploded.
"You can’t even say sorry!"
"It’s people like you who will never get married!"
"Wawa kawi!"
"Dakiki!"
"Alade!!"

Yeah. She called me a pig. In Hausa.

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Billy’s POV

I had been in the car for 15 minutes. Where was this girl?

I walked back into Starbucks—and there she was, yelling at that same man from earlier. The man looked way older than her. I panicked.

I rushed over, greeted him politely, and apologized for Iman’s behavior. Then I dragged her out like a toddler mid-tantrum.

Straight to the car.

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Iman’s POV

In the car, Billy was LIVID.

"Imaan! Ba ki da kunya! You don’t even have shame! You’re too rude—I swear one day you will learn your lesson!"
"I’m sorry, ma."
"Sorry for yourself!" she snapped.
"Allah ya ba ki hakuri."
"Ameen..."

I huffed. "So what am I supposed to wear now that man soiled my shirt?"
"I have a shirt in the backseat. Check."

It wasn’t a shirt—it was an abaya. But I didn’t argue. I slipped it on, connected my phone to the Bluetooth, and hit play.

Red Flags – Ruger

🎶 When you saw the red flags, baby
But you ignored the flags
And here, baby, you come dey vex... 🎶

We sang our hearts out like we were performing at O2 Arena.

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We listened to song after song until we reached school. The car stopped—I RAN into the department building. Billy caught up, and we peeked through the classroom window.

The class had already started.
The lecturer was facing the board.
We tiptoed in...

Just as we were about to sit—

He turned around.
And what I saw?

SHOOK ME.

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