Three years later
Losing a parent is the worst thing in this world especially a mother
Who will teach you how to cook, who will console you when you cry who will advise you advise you, and in my case who will tell you to be patient
Today is the day and when I say the day I mean it the day you leave your father house I am getting married to Ayman today
"Imani hello Imani"..Halima said snapping me out of my trance
"Yeah I can hear you"I said focusing my attention in her
"The makeup artist is here since fah stop wasting her time she has other appointments"she said walking out
I sighed leaving my bed andthen headed to my walk in closet Umar sold our old house for a smaller one
And I am still not talking to bilkisu
What she did hurt me more than it would ever
"Hello" i said walking in the closet
"Hello Iman am I right you are so much more beautiful in person" she said
"Yeah thanks" I said pressing my phone
She started the makeup
After the make up I wore my clothes is was a white mermaid dress with a long covered slit and a transparent veil for my head,my hair was done into a slik bun.
As I went out to greet the elders I saw Anisa by the door of my room,with tears in her eyes,"Iman he is dead, ya Mutu Imani", "who died" I asked her
"Ya Mutu Iman'
"Wai who died Wai" I asked walking in to the living room
Halima eyes were red "come Iman come and sit down" she said
"You know Allah is with the patiente right and Allah will not test you with what you can't handle"
"Wai what is it" i said
"Allah yayi wa Ayman rasuwa" she said bursting into tears
"You are such a lair You know you can't play with death Koo"
"Iman I am not lying he is dead" she "said
"Inna illahi wa Inna ilaihirajiun" I kept saying till I blacked out
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Few hours earlier
Ayman pov
"Hello who is this" I said putting on my cufflinks
"Do not marry her ,you and her will regret it" the deep voice said then the call ended
I didn't worry about till I got to the lobby to my hotel,I was talking to Ibrahim then you saw a man watching me for the car as I walked out of the hotel with my friends he then shook his head and drove off
I ingored as we arrived at anoor mosque for dauren aure, as I stopped out of the car man came to my side greeted me, then I felt a pain on my chest ,"Inna illahi Ayman" Ibrahim said running to me,"shit shit" he muttered then he and Bashir put me in the car and that is the last time I saw light.
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I woke up to see my grandma face staring down at me,
"Ohh you are up, she then hissed Maiya ,just bad luck, poor boy Yana Zaman Zaman Shi you just entered his life and now he is dead because of you."
"I didn't know when I burst into tears
"Iman kiyi hakuri sorry" Halima said
"How long have I been out"I asked
"Three days" she replied
"Where is Anisa" I asked
"She has gone back to zaira for the Zaman makoki"
"Who will tell her" grandma said
"Who will tell me what" I asked
"Hajiya this is not the time to talk about stuff likes this the man she was to marry died fah haba" one of my aunty said
"Yes and so,so we will not tell her that......
"Yayi hajiya enough ,what did this girl do to you Wai, "uncle Aminu said
"But I think hajiya is right we should tell her" hajiya indo my grandma older sister said
"Thank you", hajiya said
"Iman when Ayman was shot nobody knew about it till when it was time for the. Dauren aure, then it was said, but the grand ma said that the wedding has to go on, and but no one wanted to marry you because of the guilt and your permission haven't been asked,so atlast they found a man, what was he name ma...Nassim yes he volunteered to marry you". Halima said
"Inna illahi wa Inna ilaihirajiun" I muttered "why"
"Because we can't let the family name down, do you know the people that where invited to dauren auren" grandma said
"But you could not.....I started
"Sorry an Riga an Daura auren Iman sorry"
"And lucky we know his family he is a good boy, his father was your father's best friend but then they lost contact when he moved to Dubai for school" uncle usman my other unlce said.
"I hope it is for the best hah" Aya Indo said eyeing her sister
"And let me hear any complain from her, za ki ga ne kurun ki"she hissed and left the parlour
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"Fadeelah eat Ko kadan me" hajiya indo said to her
"I am full maybe later"
"Babu abun da kika ci fah tun fura da Nono" she responded
"No thank you"she said
"Tohm i will come later and you must eat"then she closed the door
It has been one week since Ayman died she went to Zaria for gasuwa she came back yesterday,the house has crowd since hajiya indo sent everybody back home since she has
enough family member in Abuja to take her to her husband house.
"Iman your husband is so Fine Dama ne" one of her cousins said
"He is here already" she said shocked
"Yes now hurry up and wear this" the gave her a bag and left
Iman stepped into the living room, her heart racing with each step. She wore a striking red lace dress that fell gracefully to the floor, adorned with intricate gold jewelry that gleamed faintly in the soft light. The ensemble was meant to symbolize celebration and new beginnings, but today it felt like a cruel irony.
Nassim was already seated on the edge of the plush sofa, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. He looked up as she entered, his expression devoid of warmth. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of her dress and the ticking of a distant clock.
Iman stopped a few feet from him, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She felt exposed under his scrutinizing gaze, each second stretching painfully as she awaited his response.
Nassim’s eyes slowly traveled over her attire, his face a mask of disdain. “You look the part,” he said coldly, his voice dripping with contempt. “A perfect picture of everything I despise.”
She flinched at his words but forced herself to remain composed. “I didn’t dress like this for you,” she said quietly, her voice wavering slightly. “This is simply what I was given to wear.”
“Spare me the excuses,” Nassim snapped, rising abruptly from the sofa. He paced a few steps, his anger palpable. “You have no idea what this is doing to me. To us.”
Iman swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. “What do you want me to do, Nassim?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He turned sharply to face her, his eyes narrowing. “I want you to understand that this marriage is a sham. I never wanted it. And I want you to get us a divorce. Make it quick, or I swear, you’ll regret ever stepping into my life.”
Her heart ached at his harsh words, but she met his gaze with determination. “And if I refuse?”
Nassim’s face darkened, and he took a threatening step toward her. “Then you’ll find out just how much I can make your life miserable.”
The weight of his threat hung heavy in the air. Iman stood there, feeling the full force of his animosity. The beautiful dress and jewelry that were supposed to signify a joyous occasion now felt like a prison, binding her to a future she had never imagined.
He then left bang inf the door
YOU ARE READING
Life Of Imani
FantasyAyman abdul hamid is a cold rude egoistic and narcissistic 24 year old man .he is the eldest son of emir zazzau .heir to the throne of zazzau .he studied artcheaiture in the University of Cambridge Fadeelah Iman dikko is a cute loveable young la...
