February 28th.
The day she first laid eyes on him...
Her morning began with the usual annoyance from her sister, but all frustrations dissipated into thin air when her gaze met his. A sudden chemistry sparked between them.
His commanding charisma, h...
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2021. Abuja, Nigeria.
"Are you sure about this, Aabaan?" Maheer asked, his eyes searching Aabaan's for any sign of hesitation. "You've hidden yourself from him for sixteen years. I don't understand why you're suddenly revealing yourself now." He added with a deep sigh.
"I'm certain, Uncle. It's time for the truth to come out," Aabaan replied, his voice steady with determination. Maheer nodded, though the weight of Aabaan's decision hung heavy in the air.
"Alright then," Maheer sighed again before continuing. "We're not exactly on good terms, given...the circumstances. I'll have my secretary schedule an appointment with him."
"There's no need for that, Uncle. Today's Wednesday—he usually visits his company instead of the army. We can meet him there."
"Even so, we need an appointment, Aabaan. We can't just show up and demand to see him."
"You're the Prime Minister of the FCT, Uncle. Even without an appointment, you're always an approved guest," Aabaan reminded him of his status with a slight smile.
Maheer let out another sigh. "Alright then, Aabaan. Let's go." Just as they were about to leave the study, the door swung open, and Kalthum entered.
Her expression, once a scowl at the sight of Aabaan, softened into a sly smile. She winked at him before gliding over to sit beside Maheer. Aabaan's face darkened as he watched her—her game would soon be over.
"Sweetheart, you're not going out, are you? I wanted us to spend some quality time together today," she said, though her eyes were locked on Aabaan. Her words were meant for Maheer, but her gaze lingered on Aabaan, followed by another sly wink. Aabaan smirked slightly, knowing her end was near.
"Unfortunately, we have to go out with Aabaan, but we won't be long," Maheer replied, standing up. Aabaan followed suit.
"Oh, alright. Take care, okay? I can't wait for you to come back," she said, casting another glance at Aabaan before giving Maheer a kiss on the lips. Aabaan, feigning ignorance, made his way to the door.
"Thanks, see you later," Maheer smiled briefly at her and followed Aabaan out.
The drive to El-Kabir's company was filled with a heavy silence, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the radio. When they arrived at the grand entrance, the presence of the Prime Minister brought an immediate hush over the crowd. All eyes turned towards them, and greetings echoed as they walked through the lobby. The receptionist, flustered at the sight of Maheer, quickly composed herself and greeted them politely.
"We're here to see the CEO," Maheer stated.
"Mr. Fahad Bichi, Sir?" the receptionist asked, glancing between them.
