Soul Mates

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather.
Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath.

She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man.

Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie."
(she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?"

A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous.

Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss."
his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines."

She wants to strangle him

Her breath caught.
She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore.

Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?"
Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words."

In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them.

Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise.

Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated.
Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength.

Until one night, fate catches them both off guard