Khairi's POV

Friday came. And because of the wedding we went back to Abuja,not all of us though,some stayed back in Kano to receive the guests that would be there while we,the rest, went back to Abuja because that's where the wedding's gonna take place. Just like we came,with Hafan and Marid's we left this time in Affan's jet. Bahi,Zahra, Rahama,Safiyya,Ameena Umaimah,Ameera,and Feenah took Ayaan's jet,while Amir,Mubarak, Muhammad, Hisham,Daniyal and Bilal took ya Hamid's jet.

'Another Qureish Gets Married: Thee social media Queen Zahra Qureish gets married to one of California, Los Angelos's Richest bachelors, Haidar Hashim Qureish(H.H) CEO of H.H Enterprises tomorrow, #Wedding of the century going on in the Qureish family.'

That's what's trending on social media. So far this year,there's been four marriages in the family. But I'm certain, this wedding is the hottest of them all,because Maryam and Hanifa got married into the family,they weren't originally Qureishs, while I don't usually use my Qureish name in public, I go by Ummulkhairi Abubakar, so not everyone knows I'm a Qureish,or married,even at work,a lot of people don't think I'm married........hahaha Kuna ruwa

The male Qureish however are popular. In Nigeria the most famous ones are Muhammad Ayaan Qureish,Hamid Abubakar Qureish,Usman Umar Qureish and Shaheed J. Qureish . So people knows they're married but not to who exactly.
Anyways,back to Zahra. She's a social media Celebrity,and her wedding's totally gonna be a huge deal.

She didn't want any event,mostly because there isn't enough time so there's only gonna be the nikah sai mukam kawai muyi addu'a Allah sa albarka a auren tunda ba disco bazamu dance ba😁

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Saturday is here,the big day. The day Zahra Umar Qureish is finally gonna leave my life.
During the rest of our days in Kano,she didn't do anything to either I,Saffy or Adda Hami, she hasn't been glaring at us, rather,she stays out of our business but forms a bit of conversations here and there,but I know she's still the devil's sister so I shouldn't trust her this soon,maybe a year after her marriage when she finally get a brain to think.

I slipped into my gown that's looked really good on me. Hanifa's tailor did a really good job. I tied my head tie,wore my new necklace,studs and bracelet.

"When did you get this dress" Ayaan said and I looked at him. He was leaning by the corridor staring at me,when did he get in here,I didn't even notice his presence

"How long have you been standing there"I asked instead

" A while now and that dress looks really good on you,I'm not even sure if I should let you go out in that"he replied walking towards me ,he stopped right in front of me before putting his hands on my waist dragging me close to him

"Oh and Thank you,has the nikah been done already?" I asked smiling warmly

"Yes,and I came here straight. Hey are you going to Katsina for the conveyance?"

"I...umm...would love to um...but-" I stuttered. Do I want to go and bid my not so much fan adieu cuz she's leaving my life,yes I do,but I still don't want to go

"It's Ok if you don't want to go,I just wanna know" he replied kissing my cheek

Now I feel bad "I can go-"

"No,stay with me please" he pouted

"Stop it you're not cute" I rolled my eyes while he smirked

"I know,I'm hot" he stated proudly

"Being cocky today I see huh" I got out of his hold and turned back to the mirror

"Yes,and you love me like that" he hugged me from behind running his fingers on my arm

"Unfortunately I do" I said biting my lip to hide my smile

He laughed before placing a gentle kiss on my neck "Well you better like it cuz you're stuck with me,now and forever"

"And I wouldn't have it any other way" I finished off staring at him through the mirror "let's take a pic!" I added grabbing my phone

He put his head on my neck before taking the phone from my hand "Lemme take it"

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Zahra's POV

I was standing alone in my room in my white flowing gown design with pearls around the neckline and the edges of the long sleeve. Mamii Bought it for me when she went to Italy a week before we left to Kano,it was made by a famous Italian designer,one of a kind,and with a diamond bracelet dad bought for me too.
My hair was in curls and it falls down to my shoulders shinning in it's glory.

Apparently they planned my wedding long ago.

Never in my wildest dreams will I ever dream of Marrying Ya Haidar,and now, I'm his wife. With everything happening in my family,I'm still my mom's princess, and daddy's princess too.

Being an internet star is not easy. But even though this wedding might be quick and all,it's still gonna be the talk of town. I mean who wouldn't talk about it,it's my wedding,Thee Queen Zahra Qureish.

The makeup artist was about to come in that's why the room is empty,but Ruma will be back,she just went out for a while. Ruma always has my back and she will forever be my best friend.

The door creaked open and I sighed in relief "Becca?,what took you so long,they'll-" I stopped mid way when I saw the figure walking into my room.

She wasn't slim nor fat,she's got a great figure actually with all the curves. How did I notice?, she was wearing a tight Royal blue atamfa mermaid gown that hugged her body like Its second skin and a white turban with no veil,hmph,I've done worst.

She was light skinned,with a straight nose,sexy eyes,and a full plump pink lips,she had little makeup on but she looked beautiful. Her outfit is very expensive,I know it cuz I know fashion way too much. The bag she's holding is a designer bag,there are only 10 of it in the entire world,I own a pair too. There's gold charm bracelet on her left hand. She added a little swing to her hips as she sashayed her way to me. All in all,her dressing and posture screams money and elegancy. Too bad tho,I'm a Qureish and my gown,bracelet ,shoes and clutch are one of a kind in the entire world.

She stopped right in front of me before giving me a once over. I don't know her,who is she?

"Zahra Qureish,the rich spoiled brat internet whore am I right?"

What in the fresh hell?!

She smiled before sitting on my bed,crossing a leg over the other.

Please, have a seat bitch!.

Oops! Where are my manners?!

"Who the hell are you?" I asked angrily. It's my wedding and I won't let anyone ruin it

"Oh my bad. I'm Humaira,your husband's girlfriend and your worst nightmare" she said in a threatening voice with a sinister smirk on her face.

I almost laughed to her face,keyword almost. I know this 'your husband's girlfriend'crap thing. I mean Ruma used to be Yaya's girlfriend too and we did the same to that Khairi.

I gave her a bored expression "You mean ex right"

She laughed evilly "Sweetheart I meant his girlfriend, not ex" and with the look on her face,I know she isn't lying

"You've gotta be kidding me"I whispered to myself. Hell no!
He stopped me from going after Hamza yet he has a side chic that decides to show up on my freaking wedding day

"Darling, I ain't kidding ya,but I think that brain of yours is too dumb to understand what I'm telling you"she added walking back towards me till she stood in front of me again "I don't see what his family sees in you"

"Same,I don't know what he sees in you and I think you missed the info that I'm his cousin right?, we're Family even without marriage" I replied keeping on my poker face

"You've got a big mouth don't you,take a look at me" she turned around "I'm better than you in every way,you're nothing but an internet whore whos-"

I can't take this anymore,I grabbed her arm forcefully stopping her from continuing "Get the hell outta my room" I gritted out

She quickly switch our positions,she now has my hand on my back,she's so damn strong,and my arms are hurting
"Now you listen to me bitch,you can never steal Haidar from me,I can never share him with any girl,moreover not to an internet whore"

I glared at her "Let go of my hand now" I shouted. Where's everyone, why is no one coming

She smirked before grabbing a handful of my hair hardly forcing tears to roll out of my eyes "Never raise your voice at me,I'm not your mate"

Just as I was about to reply,the door creaked open again and Ruma walked in. I heard Humaira curse under her breath. Two other girls ran behind Ruma trying to forcefully drag her out but she pushed them and they fall down.

Seeing the tears in my eyes,she gave a pitiful look before yanking Humaira's arm from my hair causing me to fall down and wince in pain and Humaira stumbled back.

Ruma hugged me tight cleaning my tears"shhh,don't cry please,it's Ok"she whispered before being yanked away from me and a slap landed in her face

"You bitch,get out of my sight" Humaira said to Ruma "and you I'm not done with you" she turned to me

The other two girls attacked Ruma again while Humaira grabbed my head again harder than before

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!!!" I heard a voice I know too well,Ya Ayaan.

Humaira ignored him and continued torturing me. Someone yanked Humaira again from me and I looked up to see Khairi,what!?!?

Maryam and Hanifa dragged the other two girls too.

"All of you get out of here!!" He yelled at Humaira and the girls

"This isn't over whore" she glared at me

"I said GET OUT!!!" He yelled again and I saw she and the girls flinch before storming out.

Ruma looked stood up too and stormed out followed by Hanifa and maryam. He whispered something to Khairi who looked at me and I looked away wiping my tears before she nodded and went out too closing the door.

Yaya walked towards me and hugged me while I hugged him back tightly and sobbed. I'm scared,I really am. "Shhhh,it's Ok princess,I'm here,don't cry" he soothed but I was long lost crying in my brother's arms.

After what seem like forever,or maybe ten minutes I stopped crying and looked at Yaya "Aish you look terrible,I think Haidar's gonna run when he sees your red swollen eyes,you look like a banjee" he joked and I smiled

"There you go,you should smile not cry,you look ugly when you cry?" He said wiping the tears from my face

"I do?" I asked cuz looks is everything to me

"You'll always look beautiful in my eyes no matter what princess'' he added and I smiled hugging him tightly again

" Thank you Yaya"i said looking at him

"You're always welcomed baby sister. Now mind telling me what happened?" He asked holding my hands and my vision became blurry again with unshed tears remembering what Humaira said

"I was waiting for the makeup artist when she walked in..and...and claimed to be Haidar's girlfriend before she started insulting me...and telling me that he's hers" I wiped my tears again

He hummed "why does that sound familiar?" He asked pretending to think.

I gave him a puzzled look. He looked at me waiting for me to pick up but I didn't get anything.
He sighed defeated "Sounds like something you and Ruma always tell Khairi" he said

I shook my head laughing humorlessly "That's different" right?,it is right?

"I don't think so,think about it,at least now you know how Khairi feels" he stood up

I pondered what he said,could he be right?

"Wash your face,get your makeup done,stop crying, don't think too much and stay pretty,your husband will be here soon Ok?" He said patting my head

"Yaya,don't go please" I pleaded, I don't want her to come back

"Nothing will happen to you. I promise you princess,and get go and look pretty,I'll just be out I'll be back" I nodded while he kissed my forehead smiling warmly at me before walking out leaving me to think.

Even with everything I did,Yaya always haves my back,and that's something I'll forever be grateful for.

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Rumaisa's POV.

I'm sick and tired of this. It's too much. Seeing Zahra sobbing and what that bitch did to her made me realize what we've been doing to Khairi. I really deeply love Ayaan,so much,I do,and mom is just adding more fuel to the fire. She's obsessed with the Qureish family. Ayaan doesn't even pay attention to me anymore, so why bother.

I can't do this anymore,how much do I have to embarrass myself in their presence, how much do I have to keep on clinging to Ayaan. How much do I have to show that I have no pride.

I've made my decision,but it'll not he enacted just yet. I can't just do it now,I need to have something to hold onto when I put my decision into action.