Aasim Mukhtar Galadima And And Hafsa Abubakar Bulama; Two Strangers whom fathers are best friend.
When they get married by knowing only each others names, things starts off on a rough path with Hafsa's gentle nature colliding with Aasim's arrogance...
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Aasim.
Hafsa's POV.
"Hafsa wake up." aasim woke me up. "Yeah, what?" I asked rubbing my eyes. "It's time for subh prayers." he said and walked out.
I sat on the bed for some moment before sauntering into the bathroom to perform wudhu. I took my hijab from my well arranged closet and prayed. I picked the Qur'an that was laying down on the drawer close to my bed and started reading.
It was already past six so I decided to go back to sleep. I kept the qur'an and hopped into my comfy bed. Shortly, I fell asleep.
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I woke up at exactly 10:07am and took my bath. I wore a yellow blouse and skirt ankara and put on some makeup. I took a selfie and posted it on snapchat.
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I quickly headed downstairs to the kitchen to cook breakfast before aasim wakes up. I paused when I saw him cooking. So this handsome fella knows how to cook? He looked really hot in his white kaftan. He was wearing an apron.
"Morning." he jolted me out of my reverie. "Good morning." I smiled at him. "Hungry?" He asked. "Yes." I nodded. I helped him to arrange the food on the table and we sat to eat. Aasim made spaghetti with turkey ragoût.
