chpt 17

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Sarauniya Fatima sat, deep in thought. She and the waziri had a plan but it wasn't going well. Her co wife was refusing to reveal Nasir's supposed bride and they couldn't let them marry before the king is gone finally.

"Mama, look at this lace". Haneefa said pulling her mother out of her reverie.

"Na'am? Yayi kyau". She said after realising she was being shown something.

"Are you alright?". Haneefa asked and her mother nodded.

Her mother put her in charge of her brothers' wedding which was in two weeks. She wondered why it felt rushed but mubashir wasn't complaining and that was more worrying. Mubashir getting married to a girl he didn't know for long but since he didn't seem bothered about it, she let it be.

Her other brother was also getting married in a month. She could imagine how stressful these next two months would be but she loved weddings and these were her brothers wedding so it had to be the best.

Mubashir came into the living room with a salam and after greeting his mother and sister, he sat down and listened to them talk about his wedding. His mind was far from them, he imagined the rawani being wrapped around his head, him sitting on the throne. The thought alone brought him pleasure. He was so close, if his plan went well then he will surely get what he wants.

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"Honestly this is not fair. I won't be able to wear the clothes I planned to during your wedding". Nusaiba complained as they walked down the kitchen ware aisles.

"You can still wear beautiful clothes, sis". Fadimatu said.

"Yeah, with this bah". She pointed at her protruding belly.

"I mean, how can I be so big at six months?".

"I told you to get a scan". Fadimatu said putting a set of knives she found attractive.

"Noo. Habibi and I want it to be a surprise, but I feel like we are having twins". She said with a smile on her face and fadimatu smiled seeing hers.

"A surprise for us all".

"Mh hnmm". They completed their shopping and left the mall.

They stopped at the tailors' for her fitting. Four dresses were ready and the rest will be few days before the wedding. She tried on her henna party dress first and came out to show it to nusaiba.

"Amma kaman hannun ya sauka da yawa". Nusaiba commented.

"Koh?". Fadimatu asked scanning the dress.

The designer took down notes to make adjustments and she went in to wear the wushe wushe dress. It was a very heavy laffaya designed with diamonds around the hem.

"This is actually very heavy". Fadimatu complained.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to find such quality material from India?!". 

"Hey, I'm complaining in a good way". Fadimatu said to calm her.

"Better. I love how it looks on your skin, I'm so good with colours". Fadimatu rolled her eyes and went in to change.

She heard A'isha's voice as she changed into the luncheon dress. She stepped out and A'isha gasped dramatically making fadimatu roll her eyes and blush.

"Look at my baby, all grown up". A'isha fanned her eyes as if not wanting the tears to fall.

"Don't go and get married". Nusaiba said eyeing her and she rolled her eyes.

Fadimatu went in to try on the last dress which was for the walima. They finished up with the designer and headed back home. They dropped nusaiba off first, then headed to fadimatu's house.

"I can't believe next week za'a Fara bikini ki".

"I know right".

"Have you guys even spoken today".

"He's been busy, but we spoke this morning. His brother just got married last week".

"I saw the wedding on IG. The girl was fine". Fadimatu eyed her and she laughed.

"When are you guys doing the photoshoot?". A'isha asked.

"Ke da maimunatu kun wani nache".

"We don't want to do it". She added.

"You don't want what?". A'isha eyed her. "You know this is like the wedding of the year right".

"Whatever".

"I'm serious".

"If you guys want it so much, do the photoshoot and write our names". A'isha threw a pillow at her and it hit her friend in the face.

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