Meant to be

Chapter one: A3/Haris

Abuja, FCT.

12-12 polo club was filled with thousands of people. Everybody was waiting for the polo participants to start the game. Most of the people were there just because of the three stars 'A3' which are namely Abdulazeez, Abdulrazaq and abdulzaheer. 

The A3 men are the most popular bachelors in Abuja, Young, rich, classy, handsome and most importantly value their religion, which is islam.

"A3 A3 A3 A3" The spectators cheered through the crowd.

Soon after the bell was rung, the game commenced.

Much later, The bell rung for the fifth chukker, the two teams were even, empire markers, where the A3 men belong and the other team, blackbirds.

They went for for the sixth chukker, the last chukker. When they were back the teams were neck to neck, intercepting and stealing the ball from one another. It was like the two teams were at a battle playing polo. And finally, abdulzaheer took the ball from the other team and threw it to abdulazeez. He then threw the ball into the goal post.

A loud cheer erupted through the crowd. People came rushing into the field jubilating. Soon, empire markers was announced to be the winner of the day.

After the little celebration, abdulazeez emerged from the crowd. He walked with such calmness and serenity but was blocked by a guy. Abdulazeez had the feeling that the person that just blocked him was Haris. Slowly he looked up and he was right, it was him.

Haris belongs to the other team, blackbirds. Abdulazeez wasn't really on good terms with him, he just couldn't put up with his arrogant behavior ever since they first met.

Haris was still standing in front of him wearing a smug expression. Abdulazeez felt like smashing his face but he wasn't really in the mood, he was tired. He began to walk away, only to be blocked by haris again. Abdulazeez cocked his head to one side and heaved a measured breath trying to calm his nerves.

"Don't think this is over" haris spoke and dragged Abdulazeez by his collar. Abdulazeez let out a chuckle "I suggest you let go of me, before i do something you will regret"

"Who do you think you are? No one walks away from me when i talk to them, got it?" Haris barked. Now, Abdulazeez couldn't resist the temptation of smashing his face. In a split of second, blood came rushing out of haris's nose.

Haris smashed him in his stomach. The crowd that just formed gasped in shock. Abdulazeez gave haris a deadly blow on his nose which caused him to lost his balance and fell on the ground. Everybody was just watching, scared if they tried to stop them, they will earn some nice blows too. Abdulazeez was just about to send another punch on haris's face when a voice stopped him. He turned only to see their coaches.

Chris held abdulazeez's hand whilst Jacob held haris's. "Follow me, both of you" chris ordered angrily.

Jacob ordered them to seat. They both sat clenching their jaws. Jacob began "This will be your last warning, and if you dare ever fight again you guys will face some serious trouble, understood?", they slowly nodded. "No more fighting" chris started but was cut off by haris "But he..."

"No buts" chris quoted the 'no buts' and continued "it's high time you guys stop fighting, it's just a game" he tapped their shoulders and asked them to shake hands.

Abdulazeez was the one that held out his hand first, but haris didn't even spare him a glance. "Haris!" Jacob yelled at haris. Haris reluctantly held out his hand too and they finally shook their hands. The both coaches were now satisfied, they gave them some advices and later dismissed them. As if abdulazeez was just waiting, he quickly rose to his feet and walked towards his car, fuming with rage. He just couldn't understand what was wrong with haris. The guy was unbelievable.