Ablahh
She had everything-silk dresses, gold jewelry, rooms bigger than most houses, and a future already written. She was the only daughter of the Emir of Zaria. Royal. Respected. Protected. Yet, every evening, she stood on the palace balcony and wished for a life she did not understand. A life without rules. Without expectations. A life where she could be Khadija, not a princess.
The palace below hummed with quiet activity. Horses moved through dusty streets, traders packed their stalls, and women carried water pots home. Life went on, simple and free.
Then, the news came: the Danjuma family had returned to Zaria. Their son, Bashir, would attend gatherings with her family. A powerful, proud, forbidden boy whose name was whispered in every home and palace hall.
Days later, at a public gathering, she saw him for the first time. Their eyes met. Just for a second. But in that second, something shifted.
He stood among men in white robes, taller than most, his posture straight, his eyes calm but distant. When he turned, their eyes met.
Just for a second.
But in that second, something shifted.
💫 She's royal. He's forbidden. What happens when their worlds collide?
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