Two months had passed since Asiya's father, Baba, had decided to marry her off to Muhsin Qaraye. Despite Ibrahim's desperate efforts, including bringing his uncle to explain his family situation, Baba remained unmoved. The picture of Asiya emerging from Ibrahim’s house had cemented Baba’s belief that Ibrahim was "Dan Mace," a derogatory term. He was adamant about keeping his promise to Muhsin.
Asiya had been in a state of despair. Baba had confiscated her phone, effectively cutting her off from the outside world. She had been forced to defer her semester and wasn’t allowed to leave the house. Her days were spent in tears, her health deteriorating rapidly. Frequent hospital visits did nothing to alleviate her condition. Mama and her sisters were deeply worried, but Baba remained resolute.
On the other side, Ibrahim was in a far worse state. His condition had spiraled, his health deteriorating more severely than Asiya’s. The weight of their separation and the upcoming marriage weighed heavily on him, driving him to the brink. He had been hospitalized for a week now, his body and spirit both ravaged by the situation.
Asiya’s friends, Ruks and Kay, arrived at her house, summoned by Ya Farha. They were tasked with starting the wedding preparations, despite Asiya’s unwillingness to participate. They had just returned from visiting Ibrahim and were appalled at his condition.
Asiya, now a shadow of her former self, had lost significant weight. Ruks and Kay tried to comfort her, but in their efforts, they inadvertently revealed Ibrahim’s dire situation.
Tears streamed down Asiya’s face as she listened. “I have to see him,” she pleaded. “Please, take me to him.”
The sisters exchanged worried glances. They knew the risk but also saw the desperation in Asiya’s eyes. Finally, they concocted a plan, convincing Mama that they were going to choose Asoebi fabric for the wedding. Mama, hoping it would lift Asiya’s spirits, agreed.
They arrived at the hospital, sneaking Asiya in. As soon as she saw Ibrahim, lying weak and frail, her heart shattered. She rushed to his side, her tears falling onto his hand as she clasped it tightly.
“Ibrahim,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this without you.”
Ibrahim’s eyes fluttered open, the sight of her bringing a faint smile to his lips despite his condition. “Sia’m,” he murmured, his voice weak. “I’ve missed you so much.”
He tries getting up "kay can we use your car?" he asked
she handed him the key "we will wait here just dont try anything stupid please kuna buqatan privacy shiyassa zan baka"
"Thank you Khadija" he said
As soon as they got into the car
They held each other, their tears mingling, their pain palpable. Asiya looked into his eyes, her desperation evident. “Let’s run away, Aşkim. Let’s get married somewhere else. Please, I can’t stay here.”
Ibrahim’s heart ached at her words. He wanted nothing more than to take her away, to save her from this nightmare. He gently cupped her face, wiping away her tears. “Sia’m, we can’t. Baba… he’ll never forgive us.”
Asiya cried, her voice trembling. “I can’t lose you. Please, Ibrahim, I’m begging you.”
His resolve weakened, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Asiya, I love you more than anything. But if we run away, we’ll be running forever. I can’t do that to you.”
Asiya’s sobs grew louder, her body shaking. “I don’t care about anything else. I just want to be with you.”
Seeing her in such anguish, Ibrahim’s heart broke. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “I love you, Asiya. We’ll find a way. I promise.”
Their lips met in a desperate kiss, their first, filled with all the love and pain they had endured. It was a moment of pure, raw emotion, a culmination of their longing and sorrow.
After a few minutes, Asiya pulled back, her eyes searching his. “Take me with you. Even if it’s just for a little while. In yafasa auramun muhsin sena dawo”
Ibrahim nodded, knowing he couldn’t refuse her. He drove to his house. They sat there, holding each other, finding solace in their shared pain.
“I can’t live without you,” Asiya whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “Please, Ibrahim.”
Ibrahim’s heart ached, his tears falling freely. “We’ll find a way. I won’t let them take you from me.”
They sat in silence, their emotions overwhelming. Eventually, Ibrahim calls kay to get Ya Mariya's number he call her. When she arrived, Ibrahim locked himself in his room, the weight of everything crashing down on him.
He cried, loud sobs that echoed through the house, his body wracked with pain and despair. His mother, hearing his cries, broke down the door, finding him collapsed on the floor. She rushed to his side, her heart breaking at the sight of her son in such agony.
Ibrahim’s thoughts were a chaotic whirl of pain and hopelessness. He couldn’t lose Asiya. The thought of her being married off to someone else was unbearable. His tears fell faster, his body convulsing with the force of his sobs.
“I love you, Asiya,” he whispered through his tears. “I can’t live without you. i please dont hate me for this"
His mother held him, her own tears falling as she tried to comfort him. But Ibrahim’s pain was too deep, his heart too broken. All he could do was cry, his sobs filling the room with a profound sense of loss and despair.
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Romanceasiya and Ibrahim fall in love back in secondary school circumstances forced them to separate. 5years later asiya is now a mother of 1 and wife of an abusive business tycoon who is a heavy drinker, a womaniser, as chaos engulfs her life she cross...
