Hearts entwined in jannah | (jannah series #2)

CHAPTER 13: MEETING THE KING AND QUEEN

UNEDITED 🫠

KANO STATE, NIGERIA

As the guards swung open the towering gates to the grand northern palace, Amina found herself in a state of awe and wonder. The sight before her was nothing short of breathtaking. The palace, with its majestic presence, appeared to have been plucked straight out of the pages of history, as if it had been frozen in time since the 1800s.

The architecture of the palace was a testament to the opulence and grandeur of the era it represented. Its towering minarets reached towards the heavens, adorned with intricate carvings and delicate filigree work. The walls, made of locally sourced clay and stone, were meticulously crafted, showcasing the skill and craftsmanship of the artisans who had built it centuries ago.

As Amina sat in the car, her eyes traced the intricate patterns that adorned the palace's façade. The walls were painted in vibrant shades of blue, green, and gold, reflecting the rich cultural heritage of the Hausa people. The colors seemed to dance in the sunlight, casting a mesmerizing glow that enveloped the entire structure.

The palace was surrounded by sprawling gardens, meticulously manicured and bursting with life. Tall palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets of the past. Fragrant flowers of every hue adorned the pathways, their sweet scents mingling in the air. Amina could almost imagine the sound of laughter and music that must have once filled these gardens, as the palace played host to grand festivities and celebrations.

The car provided Amina with the perfect vantage point to take in the sheer magnitude of the palace. The main courtyard was a sight to behold, with a grand fountain at its center. Water cascaded from its ornate carvings, creating a symphony of sound that echoed through the air. The sunlight danced upon the water, casting shimmering reflections that seemed to mirror the palace's opulence.

The palace exuded an air of sophistication and wealth, as if it were whispering tales of a bygone era when kings and queens ruled the land. The intricate details and luxurious materials used in its construction were a testament to the immense wealth that had been poured into its creation. It stood as a symbol of power, a testament to the grandeur and influence of the royal family that once called it home.

As Amina gazed upon the grand northern palace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence and admiration. It was a place that seemed to transcend time, a living testament to the rich history and cultural heritage of the Hausa.

Amina felt warm big hands holding her soft small ones as the person squeezed her hands gently, she turned around only to be met with Azran's loving gaze. She flinched and immediately retracted her hand from his, she could see the hurt that flashed in his eyes but he quickly masked it with a loving smile. She might be in love with him but she still isn't used to physical contact between the two of them, her marriage to him seems like a dream that she will wake up from once she starts becoming happy and so she doesn't allow herself to dwell in her supposed dream.
"Y-your parents? Do they know about this? About me?" Amina asked still sitting in the car, it was now when the deed had already been done that she realized that the two family's were in a war and that is way her father didn't approve of the relationship. There is every possible chance that his parents might also not agree.
"It's not something you should worry about, c'mon let's go." Azran said, clearly trying to dodge the topic as he tried to open the door but Amina wasn't having any of it and she held him back.
"C'mon sister in-law, your in-laws are really nice people." Malik said with a nervous grin and with that he dragged Amina and Azran out of the car.

They met Azra and Mahi in the huge front door of the palace and Azra and Mahi gave her a tight smile, the kind of vibe they were giving her wasn't the nice one, it was as though someone was forcing them to be nice to her.
"What the fucking hell?" Azra glared at Azran as she and Mahi held their arms that he had smacked.
"Be nice to my wife." Azra rolled her eyes before turning to face Amina with a sarcastic smile.
"I hope you will be able to tolerate your asshole of a husband." Azra didn't wait to hear what Azranwouod say because she knew he would definitely smack her and so she grabbed Amina's hand and she and Mahi dragged her a way. Amina was in a daze as they trudged further into the royal palace, she had never seen such wealth and grandeur all in one palace and it made her have a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if Azran's mother doesn't like her? But they said she is a sweet woman right? But will she like her even after knowing she came from the enemy family? Maybe she shouldn't have come with Azran, even their social standing in the society isn't the same, Azran family is made of old money, billionaires. Whereas her family are middle class.