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"It began with her and will end with her"
Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi.
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Presidential villa
The moment she collides with the stranger, she quickly tries to steady herself as she stumbles from the force.
"Watch it" The cold masculine voice snaps and immediately her eyes narrow into slits.
"You don't know how sorry works" Her words are followed with her hands folded underneath her blossom as she eyes him.
Tariq who is about to walk away stops and that is when he properly looks at the figure in front of him, his gaze lingers on her, his eyes appreciative.
The frown etched on his face slowly eases now into something gentle.
Clearing his throat, he drops his phone back in his pocket before stretching out his palm "Tariq" He says, his voice low and smooth.
"I'm discipline, next time you watch it" It is sharp, without filter a foot tapping down on the marble floor as she fixes him with a stare.
Instead of being offended by her words, he tilts his head slightly to the side.
Tariq steps closer to her only for Nalani to take one back, as she tries to create space between them while also attempting to side step him.
"Move" She spits out only to be blocked by his body again.
"I think you don't understand how please and niceness work chubby" His voice is light, the words escaping him as his eyes light up.
His words only seem to infuriate her as her eyes suddenly light up with a flame, her breathing coming out a little faster.
Nalani closes her eyes for a brief second before opening them only to find him still staring at her with his head tilted.
"Do you know who I am?" That seems to be the last line as she suddenly steps closer to him, her stance confident.
Before Tariq can comprehend what is happening she takes a hold of his hand and pins him to the nearest wall.
"News flash as*hole, nobody cares who you are but in case you are forgetting why don't you visit a doctor" Her words come out in a whisper, her breath hitting his neck from how Nalani spits out each word with eyes narrowed in slits.
With that Nalani steps away from him before she continues walking down the corridor.
With lips slightly parted and eyes wide and unblinking he stares at her figure, stunned.
"She really doesn't know me" He says to himself mentally.
Nalani grumbles to herself wishing she had bashed his head against the wall instead of just walking away.
"Ma'am" A long sigh escapes the guard from earlier as he sees her and he jogs towards her.
"I apologize ma'am for leaving you down there by yourself, I had to confirm with the president's assistant if he's available" The guard explains, and Nalani purses her lips as she sighs softly.
"Fine lead the way" She grumbles with a tilt of her head.
The guard starts walking and she stays behind him, admiring the beautiful paintings on the wall and his ass.
'Why is he walking like he has a stick stuck up his ass?' She questions internally.
Nalani's eyes widen at her own thoughts and she facepalms.
"Oh Astagfirullah"
She mumbles to herself.
They get to two huge brown doors with silver handles and a huge silver plate stating the president's statues.
The guard she is walking with raises his hand and knocks on the door.
Not less than two seconds after the knock it gets opened by a tall dark skinned man dressed in a two piece brown suit and white button up, a frown set on his middle aged face.
"Nalani Sara Bichi from SSS" Nalani states hints of playfulness gone from her voice as she stands upright.
The man gives her a curt nod of respect before stepping aside for her to enter.
The president's personal office is a masterpiece in elegance, with intricately carved wooden furniture and imported art works adorning the wall. A huge bookshelf is placed on one side running from the floor to the ceiling, filled with books about politics, the nation, its past heroes and trophies.
There are about five other men in the office, a part of the president's security team and the moment she steps in, a familiar look flashes through their gaze. Mr Victor, a veteran and the head of the police force passes her a nod of respect.
"Sara Bichi" He calls out his tone cherry and light.
He had worked with her for a case when she was newly appointed in the SSS team and that had left the man with a mark.
"Mr Victor, pleased to meet you here," Nalani says in her loud voice.
"Diyata sannu" my daughter welcome.
The president calls out from behind the desk, a small laugh following his words with softened eyes and a tone he reserves for only those who are family.
The president Mr Lawan Adekunle Adenuga Dantata is dressed in a finely tailored kaftan, his baban riga sitting on his frame, the material screaming its cost.
The familiarity between them is palpable born from years of trust, loyalty and bloodlines.
His eyes crinkle at the corner as he gestures for her to take a seat.
The meeting is being held to talk about how the security of the president is going to be rotated and after the meeting is done, the men shake hands and pass a respectful nod at her before stepping out.
"When Bukar told me about you in the SSS, I knew you had to join the team. So tell me how is your first day here" He questions, while leaning slightly on his chair, his tone light and easygoing.
"Lafiya, your excellency" Lawan brushes off the title name and engages her in a brief conversation.
"I'll be flying to Sokoto Emirates later today, hope you know about that" Lawan questions and Nalani nods her head at his words.
MID Afternoon the Indimi Mansion.
It is already afternoon time and all the occupants of the house have their lugagges down for departure later.
Kiara is still holed up in her room but this time she has showered and is now having her things packed in her luggage.
Since it's going to be for only two days she only takes her skin care products, Bathing essentials, undies, Some clothes, five pairs of shoes, some jewelry, three handbags-A lady Dior, channel clutch bag and a Hermes, then with other necessities before shutting the huge luagage.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed with phone in hand she decides to text Noraiz.
'Salamualaikum' Kiara
'Booboo, how are you' Noraiz
'Not fine, are you going for the race today' She questions.
'Nah, I'm in Sokoto already' Noraiz.
At his words about being in Sokoto her brows furrow and just then a thought crosses her mind.
'Who is this person or what event is going on'
Shrugging it off she stands up and moves towards her door to peel it open.
Stepping out of her room completely after a day of being in there feels refreshing and she inhales softly.
Kiara walks down the stairs and the sight that greets her makes a small smile to form on her lips.
Adnan and Gina fighting for the tv remote with Gina's hand tugging on his hair as she tries to her the remote while he has a frown on his face but refuses to give her.
"Lovers, Lovers" Kiara breathes out but a squeal makes her laugh as she is enveloped in a hug from Aya.
Gina also let's go of Adnan and races towards her to throw her arms around them.
"Finally" Gina breaths out and that makes Kiara's inside warm as she stares at her best friend.
"Finally indeed, we even have to get moving so we can get to the airport in time. I think the others are already there" He says reffering to their brothers and also some cousins who will be traveling with them.
Adnan has his gaze focused on Kiara and as if in some silent conversation she nods her head at him.
On their way to the airport.
Two cars with security follow them.
"Oh Arike oh ahh" The girls scream in unison while pointing at Gina who has a wide grin on her face.
They dance and twist to the music while Adnan joins them in singing some familiar notes.
They soon get to the airport and the moment Kiara steps out of the car she walks towards her brother-Omar.
Without words being exchanged, he wraps his arms around her pulling her body impossibly closer to his body.
She pulls away after sometime before turning to face Ammar who also hugs her.
"We'll talk in sokoto" The moment he utters those words she pulls away from him and walks towards her male cousins.
"Big bros" Her tone is light and playful as she calls out the term she is used to addressing them with.
"Ah ah our very own popular Kiki sai yanzu" Hossein a cousin brother of hers says pulling her into a side hug.
Already knowing she is uncomfortable with such gestures the others also make the hug short and brief.
She converses with them a little bit before moving her eyes to her cousin Deniz who barely speaks to anybody.
"Den" Kiara says stepping closer to sit beside him on the bench he is currently sitting on, a small smile forms on his face as he sees her and he hugs her startling Kiara.
"How are you Kiki, I've missed you" For Deniz to say he misses someone is definitely huge.
And even the cousins watching them stare like the cloud just turned pink.
A short breathy laugh escapes Kiara as she awkwardly pats his back before pulling away from the hug.
"I'm fine Den, how's Aunty Naya" Her aunty Naya who is a mother to Deniz had been unable to give birth and so she adopted Deniz and now he is family.
"She's fine, talks about you all the time" Kiara nods her head at his words and they sit there conversing.
Soon it's time to board and they all step in, everyone choses the one they are comfortable with sitting close to the most.
When they get to the airport in Sokoto, 5 escalades are already parked waiting to receive them and as they step out the dogarai resplendent in their green and red attire open the car doors with the scent of polished leather wafting out.
"Make I just marry Dan Sarki so that I go live soft life" Let me just get married to a king's son so I'll enjoy my life.
Aya esclaims already melting into the seat of the escalade.
"Shegiya, why you no just marry the king himself" why don't you get married to the king himself.
"Ah that one na stress o" It's stressful.
Kiara says fixing her seat belt as she also relaxes into the car.
" Ahh,Your Noor will hear of this" Aya teases and that earns her a glare from Kiara.
Gina's body goes rigid at the mention of that name, her eyes dart around as she tries to make sure nobody noticed her reaction.
"Shut up he is not mine, Gigi tell Aya to stop pairing me with your cousin o" Kiara tells Gina who is busy staring into space.
The sultan's palace is a blend of modernity and traditional architecture with intricate patterns and carvings adorning the walls.
They are welcomed with open arms by the Jakadiya of the queen mother who has come to lead them to the elders.
The moment she steps out of the car, Kiara's temple pulse with a dull ache, her vision blurry as she presses her finger to her forehead.
"Are you ok?" Deniz, who had come to stand close to her, asks with his hand lightly brushing against her arm.
Kiara nods, stepping away from him.
"Migraine" Even the word feels heavy in her mouth but she forces it out.
The Jakadiya seems to notice as she gazes at Kiara.
"Lafiya ya na" Are you ok my daughter.
"Can I please be shown to my room, I have a migraine" Kiara utters while slowly massaging her head.
Ammar walks towards his sister, his eyes carrying questions in them.
"You were fine moments ago" He states and Kiara just nods, resting her head on his shoulder for comfort.
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"Allah Sarki, Jumana will lead you there" The Jakadiya gestures to a young girl in a simple outfit.
Kiara nods with a grateful smile and after biding the others good bye she walks behind Jumana with her bag clutched in hand.
The others will be taken to go greet the baba Sarki, then their parents before they will be shown their room.
The big Event which they are waiting for is tomorrow.
Kiara is led to the room she'll be staying in, she admires the modern yet traditional decor filled with Arewa carvings, her hand lightly tracing the wall.
She walks towards the bed and sits at the edge before casting a glance at the Jumana girl.
Kiara notices that she has her eyes downcast with her fingers fiddling.
""Is something the matter" Kiara asks, her eyes darting all around the girl's frame.
Shaking her head at Kiara's question, Jumana turns to grab the medicine and bottled water in the drawer and hands it to her before turning to walk away but stops at the door before turning to face Kiara.
"You are really pretty" With that she steps out the door, leaving Kiara to stare at the door with an amused yet confused expression.
Kiara sighs and moves towards the bed to lie down when a sound makes her stagger.
Aya and the others are escorted to the main living room where the elders are seated, they part their lips in awe while admiring the room, huge chandeliers hang on the ceiling creating a kaleidoscope of colours in the living room.
On the left side of the room, the queen mother and other elderly women of the royal family and dignitaries are seated, dressed in their finest of attires and gold jewelry.
On the right side are the men of the royals who are seated clad in kaftans sewn from fine materials that speak highly of their regal statues.
The moment the doors are open Aya runs towards her mom.
"Mama na" Aya squeals running towards Hajiya Faleey to envelope her in a hug.
The other elders chuckle at her act while Adnan starts teasing her.
"Such a baby, tomorrow you'll be filming a live stream and be forming boss lady" He says, going to sit at the spot reserved for them.
"Mama kin gan shi ko" Mama you are seeing him.
Haljiya Faleey pats her head before glaring at Adnan.
"Shut up at least she missed her mother" With that her brows furrow In concern.
"Mijini Kai ne haka" My husband is that you I'm seeing The wife of the Sultan dressed in a heavily embroidered Bubu sewn from Somalian Bazan, with gold glittering from her neck.
Ammar stares at the older woman with a small smile on his face as he scrunches to greet her and the others.
Sarauniya Sofia smiles and lightly pats his head with a small smile on her face.
Before they can continue the sound of the dogarai singing the praises of the Sultan reaches them.
"Where's your sister?" Her words are left unanswered as the praise of the dogarai reaches them.
Immediately the occupants of the room stand up as they stare at the Sultan, their greetings ringing out.
The Sultan dressed in a cream colored baban riga, the blue Alkyabba sitting on his shoulders and a matching cream colored rawani tied around his face to shield it.
He walks with an air of authority, the air shifting around him as the occupants lower their gazes.
" Assalamualaikum Sultan din Sokoto Allah Ya ja zamanin ka Sarkin Sokoto" The occupants of the room greet softly.
"Walaikumusalam, everyone please sit down" He gestures for the youngsters and elderly to take a seat.
"I hope the flight here was pleasant" His question is directed at the youngsters who had just flewn into sokoto.
"Yes Baba Sarki, thank you for asking. Allah Ya ja zamanin ka" Ammar says with a fist folded in the sultan's direction.
"Ah Amar din na" Sultan Outhman Dan Fodio calls out with the warmth evident in his voice.
"Na'am Sarki" He answers to which the elders chuckle.
"I've missed you so much, where is Samara and the kids" he questions and he replies to her words.
The Sultan clears his throat before beginning his speech.
"I am glad you all made it to the palace to celebrate a very important person to me, he is not just my grandson but also a man who has contributed to make this empire what it is now. He has represented the Dan Fodio family outside and all I can say is he is the pride of this emirate. Today we are gathered here to celebrate the son of great men and the father of many more" The Sultan says his voice loud and booming.
Goosebumps appear on the skin of the youngsters as they exchange glances between themselves.
The place suddenly shakes from the loud roar of the dogarai calling and singing our praises, the sound so loud it makes the occupants stare at the door in anticipation.
The doors are opened and a pair of leather black Hermes male shoes come into view.
The sound of his footsteps are silenced by the loud roar of the dogarai and it is the only sound traveling round the palace.
"Dan Sarki, jikan Sarki, Dan Zaki" Their praises are loud as they step behind him.
Breaths are held, the air stiffening as he steps in walking straight to the upper part of the room where the Sultan is sitted, the black Alkyabba with silver embroidery sits on his broad shoulders, revealing a fraction of his dark grey kaftan underneath.
The Jacob and co wrist watch peeks under the Alkyabba subtly and the light casts a glance at it, while his face is concealed by the hood of his Alkyabba.
The moment he gets to where the Sultan is sitted he scots with his right hand raised in a fist.
"Allah Ya ja zamanin ka Sarkin Sokoto" The moment these words leave his lips, the air cracks and those who have long forgotten how to breathe exhale just slightly before inhaling.
The air around the room and the sura surrounding only one man leaves them silent.
"Zauna Zaviyar Muhammed" The Sultan says and Azev's nod is barely noticeable as he stands up to go sit right beside the Sultan.
The moment he sits down, he raises his hand to lift his hood a little and that causes an uproar.
Gasps fill the room, loud thudding of heartbeats spiraling and eyes bulge out of their socket in amazement.
A loud squeal from someone makes everyone return back to earth.
Meanwhile in the room Kiara is in, she has her eyes shut, back resting against the bed head as she listens to the distant sounds of the dogarai praising the Sultan.
Everywhere soon goes silent and she lets out a sigh which is soon cut off when a loud uproar has her opening her eyes abruptly.
The loud screams from the dogarai has her sitting up, her heart rate picks as she feels her pulse thumping against her skin, an unreadable emotion swirling in her eyes.
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