She quickly took off her hijab and placed it on the bed. Mansurat was an exceptionally beautiful girl, with a stunning shape that God had given her. She was dressed in a simple blouse and skirt made of a poker dot silk material. The skirt clung to her body, highlighting her fine curves, and the blouse fit her perfectly, making her look extremely beautiful. Her hair was styled in large braids, no more than ten in total, and it was long, falling gracefully over her forehead. She wore no earrings, looking naturally beautiful. She wiped away the tears that had fallen as her mother, who had followed her, said, "That's enough crying. Go and take a bath, okay? I will talk to Dikko." Mansurat nodded and went to the bathroom and entered.
Meanwhile, Dr. Aryan was at a loss for what to do, as Mansurat had humiliated him in front of his friends from both Nigeria and abroad. He left the party and went to his section, sitting down on a cushion, feeling his heart burn with anger. He had spent a lot of money on his birthday, but that girl he hated more than anyone in the world had ruined it. He had to do something about her. His friend Atif came in. "Dr., people are waiting for you to come out and cut the cake..."
It was then that he remembered his face, which Mansurat had smeared with cake. He stood up and went to his bedroom, standing in front of the mirror, looking at how she had messed up his cute face with cake. He punched the mirror hard, causing it to shatter instantly. In a loud voice, he said, "Get out of here, Atif. Go and dismiss everyone, the party is over..."
Atif, trembling, left because he knew his friend's temper when he was angry.
"I hate you. I will definitely take revenge. Dr. Aryan Sameer Simran never leaves a debt unpaid. I must get my revenge..." His eyes were bloodshot. There was no one in the world he hated more than Mansurat, except for his mother. If not for his mother, he would have killed the girl by now because he was born with a hatred for her.
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