Love And Revenge✔️

Four

Rumaisa sat back in the chair, staring at the neatly arranged notes spread across the table. Every detail of her plan was there, each thread carefully plotted, each encounter meticulously timed. Two days had passed since she arrived in Kaduna, and today marked the beginning of everything.

Her lips curved into a faint, tight smile. Fuad would never see it coming. He would believe she had moved on, that she had forgotten, that she was happy. That belief would be her weapon.

Whenever she thought about the pictures, her chest tightened with fury. He had planted a camera in the room, capturing her from every angle while she stood there in only her underwear. The images had circulated—or at least threatened to—and he hadn't appeared in any of them. She could never forgive someone who would stoop that low just to get what he wanted.

But what did he want? Was it revenge for something she had done? The question gnawed at her, but there was no time for answers.

It was too late for him now. She would take action her way. Carefully, subtly. He would be drawn in without suspecting a thing, thinking it was all coincidence.

The door opened, and Jabir stepped in, perching on the arm of the chair she was reclining in. He watched her with the careful scrutiny that always unsettled her, though she trusted him more than anyone.

"Seeing him again. Being near him."

"Rumy... there's a difference between planning revenge and standing in front of the person who ruined you," he said, his voice softening. "Maybe... there are still feelings."

She let out a dry laugh, sitting up and meeting his gaze. "Feelings? Just plain hatred. There can't be anything else."

Jabir frowned, clearly unconvinced. "I hope so," he said, leaning back slightly. "But understand this—once you start, you cannot stop. You cannot walk away. Not halfway. Not ever. This isn't a game, Rumy."

"I know," she said, her tone steady, almost too calm. "I've thought about it enough. I made my choice."

He studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright then. I'll go get dressed. You should too. We leave soon."

Rumaisa watched him go. She didn't know if she could have done any of this without him. Jabir wasn't just part of the plan; he was her anchor, her safety net, the only person who truly understood the fire that burned inside her.

And today... that fire would begin to be unleashed.

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Rumaisa knew Fuad's taste—simple, understated, effortless beauty. He never liked anything loud or overly dressed. So she chose simplicity. A soft bubu that fell elegantly against her frame and a few delicate accessories. Nothing more. Nothing less. She didn't want to appear as though she had dressed for him. The look needed to say I don't care anymore, even if her blood simmered beneath the calm fabric.

She stepped outside, the late afternoon sun warming her skin. Jabir stood beside the car, speaking quietly with Rilwan. Their voices carried just enough for her to catch the tail end of the conversation.

"So maybe you should just go buy the fuel first," Jabir was saying. "We'll think of a solution after that. If it's possible, I'll see if I can get my hands on what they're asking for. In the meantime, just send me the mechanic's contact."

Rilwan nodded, folding his arms. "Okay. But I'll go after asr."

"That's fine too," Jabir replied before turning toward her. His eyes scanned her outfit, not in judgment but in quiet assessment. "So... are you ready?"