Married To A Captain

Chapter 8

It's been a week since Fatima and Mino started attending the University of London, and boy, it was hectic. Fatima had no idea that uni life would be so demanding, especially with the challenging assignments.

Today was the freshmen gala, an event that some students said was specifically for year 1 students but practically the whole school attended. Esteemed guests were also expected.

Fatima decided to break away from her usual purple obsession and wore a stunning black mermaid gown, while Mino opted for a wine-colored dress.

They both got dressed, with Mino, being the fashionista, taking charge of their makeup. Fatima wanted something simple, but Mino insisted on giving her a smoky eye look. Reluctantly, Fatima agreed, and soon enough, Mino finished her makeup.

"Ready?" Mino asked, holding up the mirror for Fatima to see. Opening her eyes slowly, Fatima was met with a breathtaking sight. The gown hugged her curves perfectly, and the makeup accentuated her features, making her look utterly gorgeous. Mino finished her own makeup, and they sprayed their favorite perfumes before grabbing their purses and heading towards the car. They decided to drive themselves, giving their regular driver a day off. Mino revved the engine, and they zoomed off to the gala.

Meanwhile, at the Paradise Hotel in London, Muhammad was still sleeping when Kenneth entered the room.

"Sir, it's almost time for the gala," Kenneth said, trying to wake his boss up. Muhammad mumbled something in response, got up, and went to freshen up in the bathroom. After performing his prayers, he started getting dressed in a black three-piece suit, polished his shoes, and brushed his hair.

When he was ready, he made his way to the car, where the driver was waiting. As they drove off to the gala, Muhammad couldn't help but feel disdain for such gatherings. He was only attending to confront Mario and ensure justice was served.

Arriving at the gala, he made his way towards the entrance, with all eyes on him. Some people murmured and questioned who he was, but he paid little attention. Muhammad was greeted by the chancellor and vice-chancellor, who led him inside the ballroom. As he looked around, he couldn't help but notice some students who seemed to be overdressed and looked more like clowns.

Just as he was about to enter the room, his phone rang. He excused himself and stepped outside to answer the call, as the music inside was too loud. Engrossed in his conversation, Muhammad felt a sudden thud on his left shoulder and realized that his shirt was now wet with a red substance.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, his frustration evident. Looking down, he saw a girl in a black dress standing at his feet, her drink spilled on him. Anger bubbling within him, he grabbed her arm and roared at her, unleashing his frustration. "Are you blind? Can't you see where you're going, you stupid girl?"

Fatima stood there in shock, her eyes wide open as she absorbed his harsh words. It was just a mistake, and she had already apologized. Why did he have to blow it out of proportion? Taking a deep breath, she sighed and mustered up the courage to respond, determined not to let him belittle her any further.

"Look here, Mr.," she said, her voice steady but filled with determination. "I won't stay here and let you lash out on me. Who do you think you are? It was a simple mistake, and I've already apologized. There's no need to act like such an arrogant asshole. And one last thing, fuck you."

With those words, Fatima turned around and walked away, leaving Muhammad stunned and seething with anger. He couldn't believe that a young girl had spoken to him in such a way. He felt a burning desire for revenge, vowing to make her pay for her audacity and regret ever crossing paths with him. But first, he needed to deal with Mario.

Calling Kenneth over, Muhammad gave him a stern directive. "Kenneth, I want you to gather every bit of information about that girl as soon as possible. I will make her pay for disrespecting me," he declared, his voice filled with determination and vengeance.

Fatima, unaware of the storm brewing behind her, continued on her way, ready to enjoy the rest of the gala with her friend Mino. Little did she know, she was about to be thrown into a whirlwind of events that would test her resilience and strength.

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