Love,betrayal, romance,determination, tragedies and lots more

Labarin mai nuni da muhimmancin biyayya ga iyaye, gujema son zuciya, soyayya, zuminci, tare da cakwakiya tsakanin yaya da ƙanwa akan son abu guda.

Dan mutum yana maka wasa da dariya kuma ya nuna akwai aminci tsakanin ku ba lallai bane yana kaunar ka. Makashinka yana tare da kai, da dan gari ake cin gari... Ku biyo ni

Ahlam yearned for acceptance, but was rejected by all -except for her Grandpa, Omar Bako. Unlike most hybrids, she wasn't proud to be one. She was tagged as a Kabila and shunned serially. General Omar Bako was an affluent man who had a capital M to his money. On his quest to acquire more fortune, despite Ahlam being his favorite-he betrothed her in a parley. Money first, then family. She was left to joggle between her career - Software Engineering (to the Bako's, there were two occupations. Engineering and the disgrace), one sided love of her cousin Omar Jr. who avoided her like a plaque ( doggelganger to his Grandpa), and meeting her new family. Omar Bako always said, "It's better to choke on greatness, than to nibble on mediocrity." What seemed like literal words became a reality when he was found in a pool of his own blood. Stabbed by his own! The family he worked hard to build. What was the reason-money, greed or betrayal?

Khalifa Al-Haydar sunan da yake yawo a gari, sunan matashin mai kudin da dubban mutane zasu yi komai dan su ga fuskar shi. Layla the sensational lady, idan har akwai aji a karuwanci Layla ta fara bude shi. Labarin su ba kaman labari bane nayau da kullum, ba ko da yaushe kake yanke hukunci akan kaddarar mutane ba. JIRWAYE, akwai shi a cikin labarin kowa.

There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. 21st August, 1994......... a day which many destinies were sealed. Some found love, others were separated from loved ones while some were scarred for eternity. Muhammad kabeer Dikko; the guy with the devil-may-care attitude. Handsome, charismatic, ruthless are word which all vividly describes the rich and carefree heir to the fortune called Argon oil and gas. He has no worries at all in life, unless it has to do with the apple of his eyes, his Umma's Amana, the sweet and loving Mahra Muhammad Dikko. The smart and sassy Zulaikha Sabine Al-fayeed, born half Italian, half Nigerian, the 22 year old is the dream of every eligible bachelor in town! The sensational Niima Abdallah, the sweet one and only daughter of a rich oil tycoon. She's what you'd love to call the belle of the ball. The undefeatable Bakhtiar Arab. A 45year old sadist who found love in the least expected place; the arms of a lady far his junior. Ahmad Sadeeq, otherwise known as the geek. The guy with insatiable love for knowledge. Cousin and bestfriend to our rich boy Muhammad Kabeer. Khayri, the 17 year old happy-go-lucky granddaughter of a village farmer who lost her parents at a tender age. Wani wasa qaddara da SANADI ke shirin yi da rayuwar wannan mutane. What could the connection be? As the saying goes 'We can only fight destiny but never can we change it'. Join me in this intriguing piece full of roller coasters of emotions as we unfold the connection between these lives. Ba zaku yi dana sanin karanta SANADI ba. That i promise.

"We have to live together. I am tired of this game" I said. "Game! Do you think what's going on between us is a game, it's destiny Ray, our fate". "I do not know. Sometimes I feel insecure and lonely. Often even in your presence I feel that you are far away from me". I felt a pang. She smiled and looked at me intensely. "That was not your promise Ray, I promised I was going to visit anytime you miss me which I have been doing. You promised not to worry". I kept mute and we ate slowly in silence afterwards. "Let's go" .She said. "Let's ride around". The sky had turned faint red in colour. I rode slowly feeling her warm body pressing against me. The noise of street sank down and i felt deep calmness. We sat on a cement bench under the bridge near the walk way. The view was majestic. The gentle waves in the lake glistened in the fading sun light. Tall grass spread on both sides of the lake like a green carpet. Suddenly she lay down on the grassy ground closing her eyes and took a deep breath. The sky was clear with innumerable stars glistening. "Hey dreamer, come to me". She said her eyes sparkling. I moved forward and lay close to her, then turned to face her. She rolled over to me and i felt her gentle kisses on my face. "I wish to be melted into you, penetrate into you, not just a part of my body but the whole of it. I miss you Marwah". I said and sighed. She laughed looking stunned. Her laughter echoed. "You must have been reading those hot love stories recently Ray". She said making me smile shyly. She pulled me suddenly to her and kissed hard at my lips. I returned her kiss as we hugged each other tightly. The tightness of her hug went soft as she gently pulled away from me. I tried hard to read her face in the reflection of the moon light. I felt a sharp intense pain in my chest as she started to walk away. I yelled her name, crying and telling her to come back. "Strong men don't cry Ray, wipe those tears and know that your Marwah forever loves you".

Wannan ba labarin mu na gargajiya bane, it's not the normal boy girl thing, wannan tafiya ne wanda zamu kalle duniya ta wani fanni. Rayuwar da muka tsinci kanmu yanzu bai wuce rayuwa na zalunci ba, masu mulki su tauye ma talakawa hakki, sannan su kuma talakawa suna cikin ukuba babu kwanciyar hankali tareda su. Suna wani irin rayuwa domin su kwata yancin kansu walau hanya mai kyau da kuma mara kyau. Labarin ya ƙunsa cin hanci da rashawa, sace sace, shaye shaye, safaran mutane da duk wasu mugayen ɗabi'u da bariki ya ƙunsa.

"Bad luck! har nan kika biyoni?" ya tambaya kansa rhetorically.

Yanka mata wani wawan mari tayi though ba yau suka saba gwabzawa ba, cikin masifa ta nuna mata ɗan yatsa "karki kuskura ki kara faɗin haka, any resemblance to you is what I hate most about myself" saita fashe da kuka.