Mine To Heal (On Hold)

Chapter 29

MUNIRA'S POV

The moment I heard the voice I had long dreaded, my stomach twisted with a mix of fear and loathing. It was the voice of Aliyu Musa Sarki, the man I never wanted to see again.

"You, Munira, of all people, should know that when I set my mind to something, I will do it. Not to forget the fact that you and your family ruined me. This is just the beginning of your suffering." His words cut through the air, chilling me to the bone. With that, he turned and strode out, leaving a heavy silence that enveloped the room like a suffocating fog.

Everyone was too shocked to comprehend what had just happened. The detectives scrambled to follow him, but he had slipped away like a shadow, leaving no trace behind. How he had entered our home, a supposed sanctuary, remained a mystery, and dread settled heavily over us.

"Who was that man, and what is his name?" the detectives and Hisham asked simultaneously, their voices a blend of urgency and disbelief.

"He is Aliyu Musa Sarki," I replied curtly, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound composed.

"Can you explain to us what he meant by that, Munira?" one of the detectives pressed, his eyes filled with concern. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words clung to the back of my throat, tangled in a web of fear and haunting memories.

Baba stepped in, sensing my struggle. "Aliyu Musa Sarki was one of Munira's lecturers during her first year at university. He was wealthy but chose to become a lecturer. He was well-respected, down-to-earth, and humble, making him a favorite among many students, including Munira and her classmates, who looked up to him as a mentor."

He paused, his expression darkening. "What we didn't know was that it was all a façade to hide his true nature. He was a pervert, an adulterer, and he developed an unhealthy obsession with Munira. There was a day when she came home from school, visibly shaken and scared. When we asked her what was wrong, she mentioned being anxious about her upcoming results. Soon after, she stopped talking about her favorite lecturer and fell into a deep depression."

As Baba spoke, I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, the memories flooding back, each one more painful than the last. "I was terrified," I whispered, my voice breaking.

Baba continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I hired guards and private investigators to find out what was happening to her. After a week of investigation, they uncovered the horrifying truth. This man was molesting my daughter, taking videos and pictures of her in vulnerable moments, using them as blackmail to ensure she wouldn't tell anyone."

The weight of Baba's words was unbearable. "The day we discovered the truth, Munira was inconsolable. She cried for hours, her body shaking as if the weight of the world had collapsed upon her. We involved the police, and through the investigation, we learned that Munira was not his only victim. There were countless others, all suffering under his manipulation, expertly hidden from view."

With a deep breath, Baba forged ahead. "With the support of the other victims, we took him to court. Very few knew the real reason behind Aliyu Musa Sarki's imprisonment. Before he was taken away, his last words were a chilling promise: 'I will come back, and all of you will regret what you did to me. I promise I will ruin you all.'"

The stunned silence that followed Baba's recounting was palpable. Hisham, Ammi, Abba, the detectives, and everyone else who had been unaware looked horrified, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief.

I kept my gaze down, unable to meet their eyes, not wanting to see the pity I could sense lingering in the air. Hisham pulled me out of the room, guiding me to a quieter space. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I broke down, sobbing against his chest.

"Munira, everything will be alright," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "You've been through so much, yet you're still standing. You are the strongest, most beautiful woman out there, Hayati. I am proud of you."

His words ignited a warmth within me, swelling my heart even as tears streamed down my face. I cried harder, overwhelmed by his unwavering support and the storm of emotions swirling within me.

Cupping my cheeks, Hisham tilted my face up to meet his gaze. "Stop crying now, Hayati. Think of the baby; we don't want any complications," he teased gently, trying to lighten the mood despite the darkness that loomed over us.

I nodded, grateful for his presence. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he pulled me onto his lap. Our lips met, first softly, then with a fierce urgency that reflected the chaos surrounding us. My heart raced as we lost ourselves in each other, the kiss deepening into a dance of passion and tenderness, a welcome escape from the harsh reality we faced.

We surrendered to the moment, our connection igniting a fire that pushed back the shadows of fear. Every touch, every caress, reminded me of the strength we had found in one another. It was a raw and powerful intimacy, one that would stay with me long after the night ended.

But as dawn broke, I awoke with a renewed sense of determination settling in my bones. I promised myself that I would not only survive but thrive. I would become stronger, fueled by the pain I had endured, and I would ensure that those five bastards would pay for what they had done.

With resolve swelling within me, I knew I was ready to fight back. The shadows of my past would no longer dictate my future. I would reclaim my life.

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