At around 11 PM at night, there were very few people on the road, just a few here and there. You could see the streetlights shining.
I saw a girl who looked like an Arab because of her beauty—very beautiful. She was wearing a purple gown with golden stones on it that suited her perfectly. The shape of the dress alone would confirm her bold personality.
She was very fair, very white in complexion, with long hair and a nose, full eyebrows, and small pinkish lips.
All her hair didn’t stop her from wearing golden attachments, and she had adorned her ears with earrings, even four in her nose.
She had a large golden trolley in her hand and was pressing her iPhone 7+, seemingly calling someone.
A maroon-colored Venza stopped beside her, signaling for her to come closer.
She hissed loudly, a sound so clear that even the person inside the car could hear it.
He got out, wearing a white shadda outfit with a big shirt, very tall and handsome.
"Young lady, you look very beautiful. Do you know that standing here could cause an accident? Please let me help you get home."
She hissed again, "Look, mister, I am not waiting for you. Understand? Just move your ragged self away. Foolish idiot..."
His mouth fell open, watching her. Today, a woman called him a foolish idiot. Does she know who he is in this town?
As if reading his mind, she laughed, "Instead of wasting your time wondering who I am, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll make sure you regret it in the afterlife."
They heard the horn of a black Prado, and the driver hurriedly got out, shaking.
"Madam, for God's sake, forgive me. My daughter is in the hospital. Please forgive me for leaving you standing."
She smiled, "It's okay, but make sure it doesn’t happen again. Take this 10k, buy her medicine, and take a tricycle. I'll drive myself."
He squatted, thanking her profusely as she got into the car, leaving the young man in dust.
He also got into his car and followed her, driving fast so she wouldn’t disappear.
She saw him following her in the mirror and parked near the gate of a hotel.
He also parked and got out simultaneously. She made a call, and some security guards came out from the hotel. She handed them the car keys, and they drove it away.
She shook her head and approached him, "Mister, I know you came to punish me. Here I am. Go ahead and kill me."
He was speechless because of the intense feeling he had. Her presence made him very nervous. In his heart, he thought, "With all her beauty and elegance, she plans to stay in a hotel." He said loudly, "Impossible."
She smirked and spoke with attitude, "I know you followed me to punish me, right? Well, here I am, kill me if you can..."
He found himself unable to do anything to her because of her aura. "Glory be to the Lord who created this girl," he muttered under his breath.
She looked him up and down and hissed, "You disrespectful little boy. Look, I have a lot to do, and it seems you have nothing to do. By the way, my name is Mufleeha. If you want to find me, go ahead and do your research." With that, she walked away, leaving him standing.
He watched the gate and repeated, "Mufleeha...hmm, your name is beautiful, and so are you. Why is your attitude so ugly?"
He got back into his car and drove to his house. He parked in the driveway and sat for a while, deep in thought, before going inside.
In the living room, he found Meenal sitting with her head in her hands, clearly having cried. She ran to him, and he gave her a small smile.
"Prince, where have you been? I kept calling you, but you didn’t answer."
He hissed, "We had a meeting. The boss is in Nigeria."
After taking a bath and changing, he ate and went to bed without paying any more attention to Meenal.
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As soon as Mufleeha entered, she went straight to Room 8. She stood in front of the mirror and removed her small veil.
She took a bath, performed ablution, and prayed two raka'ats, making supplications and crying, asking for guidance for herself and the Muslim community.
She put on a pink nightgown and lay on the bed. She turned on her phone and looked for a contact, "Sweet Sis," and saw herself typing a message.
