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Heavens did smile on one's fortune every now and then.

If not the hands of fate, what could have been a more logical explanation to the recent happenings?

Salman had listened to his father explain the need for him to make a sacrifice for the sake of his family. He had told him he knew how hard it would be for him...but if only he knew...

It had started when she was just a little rebellious kid who only danced to her own tune. In the beginning, it was plain attraction then slowly it grew into something else. He had tried getting close to her but like everybody else, she had also treated him like he was a nobody. She looked right through him like he was made of glass.

It had hurt him the most, more than how the rest of the family treated him, because he loved her.

He had watched helplessly as she became close with his brother. Her laughter, which he craved for, only sounded when his brother was around.

He began to loath his brother, he took everything away from him, his families love and trust. Now he took his love as well. The farther she went from him, the more his feelings for her grew, until it became something akin to obsession.

Gradually his infatuation turned to resentment, he began to hate her. He blamed her for his pain, for making him feel worthless. What was it she saw in Salim that she failed to see in him?

When his brother died, his hope was restored and he thought she will finally see him. But she went about as if he was also dead.

He made sure to always avoid their front door and enter through the backyard where he would hope to catch a glimpse of her.

He hated her, he hated her with passion. He wished he would have a way to make her feel the same pain as he did...or worst.

Now she was offered to him on a platter like a worthless merchandise that nobody wants. He had to put up an act to mask his excitement so as not raise any suspicion.

Come to think of it, it has provided an opputunity to kill two birds with one stone. He gets to finally have his revenge on her and at the same time, he gets a chance to win over his father by being an obedient son. So much for good luck.

He will make her beg for his attention, she will grovel at his feet and beg. He will ravish her body, every inch of it and satisfy his long standing lust. Just thinking about her being his in less than four weeks made the muscle around his groin tighten.

He got up from the sofa where he laid on his back musing on his fortune. He stretches his rock solid biceps as he reached for his phone. He dialled Stella's number and lazily informed her of his arrival in fifteen minutes.

He had been hopping from girl to girl until he met Stella. Whenever he meets a new girl, he gets excited about her, after sleeping two or three times maximum, she becomes a bore. What excites him in the first place is that uncertainty has a sense of adventure to it. But where is the adventure when everything becomes certain?

Stella is a calabar girl. They are known for their sexual prowess and she lived up to the reputation. As a result, he rented a two bedroom flat in her name and sees to her needs financially, while she sees to his other needs.

There isn't a promise of love between them. Just a profitable business arrangement between two civilized adults.

Now that his head is filled with the thoughts of Ameena, he needed an outlet to release his tension. And fortunately, Stella was there.
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He laid feeling frustrated. Even when she did everything that naturally excited him, he was still far from being satisfied. He needed something else...somebody else.

He got up and went straight to the bathroom where he had a cold shower. Only then did he relax.

Twenty three days...he said to himself. God knows how he would survive that but he sure as hell will. He had lived with this torture for too long.

He picked a monochrome casuals from the clothes he keeps at Stella's.

She laid spent on the bed and admired him as he dressed. He was every girls fantasy. With a body finely sculpted like a Greek God, a chiseled jaw, the light mustache that lined his upper lips, the straight nose and oh his eyes... They looked dangerous, a kind of danger that was attractive and mesmerizing to women. His hair was curly and laid perfectly by the side of his face. And the voice, that deliberately slow and husky drawl he talks with, excites her more than anything and his smile, when he did smile...was gold.

"Call me if you need anything."

"Sure."

He left and drove straight home.
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Fatima came in and informed Ameena that her brother wants to see her in the garden.

She looked towards her mom who was marking some scripts. Her mom told Fatima to tell him she's coming.

She explained how vital it was for her to utilize the little time she has and get to know her brother well. She lectured her about how submissiveness to ones fate equals submissiveness to Allah.

A little while later she walked into the garden. He was seated in the gazebo, a drink in his hand and staring at God knows what in his phone. He ogled at her shamelessly as she approached.

She seemed to be lacking in the abundant energy which she normally exudes. He smiled, she will need to get as much energy as she could if she was to survive him.

She salamed and sat opposite him. What surprised him was, contrary to what he expected of her cowering in gratitude of his magnanimity, she looked straight to his eye and asked in a solemn voice.

"Why did you accept this alliance?"

"Because as your brother it is my duty to protect your reputation." He smiled

"That's bullshit ya Salman... Try again."

He smiled, so the fiery spirit is still in there. It excited him more and he couldn't wait to make a puppet out of her. He will see to it that she dances to his tune.

"You should be more respectful the way you talk to me." He replied while still maintaining eye contact.

"Answer me honestly and then we will see about that." She challenged

He licked his lower lip and smiled in a way most girls find attractive. "Okay you got me...I love you."

The way the words callously rolled off his tongue made it sound like the most insulting words she has ever heard. But this is Ya Salman, cheapness and him walked hand in hand. So she is not surprised.

"Why?"

"Why? Isn't that obvious?" When she didn't answer, he continued. "Because you are beautiful, what else?"

"Beauty... is transient. What then do you do when it is gone?"

"That is when a second wife comes in handy." He smirked.

She had seen too much for this to stun her. She had become so detached with life that she expected nothing good from it, if anything she expected worst.

"So, when do we go shopping for your kayan lefe?"

"I don't need anything, its not like it's a real marriage anyway. Buy whatever suits you."

"How do I know your taste in lingerie?"

She knew he was taunting her. But upon all that is happening, one thing is for sure, if she was going down, she will go down fighting.

"A Calvin Kline boxers will do just fine" she said looking him straight in the eye.

He hit the table with both of his fist and stretched a little further with the only thing between them been the table itself.

"Listen you little piece of shit...you should be glad I have agreed to have your pathetic self which others have rejected...don't try to play tough with me...I eat girls like you for breakfast."

"Sadly this breakfast right here, will be poisoned. Bon apétit."

He smiled as she walks away, she has no idea who she's dealing with. He chastised himself for allowing her get under his skin. There will he plenty of time for that.

She kept repeating in her head that she is strong, she won't allow him bully her, but immediately she went into the backyard, she burst into tears. Who she kidding? She asked herself.

She sat under the tree until she got hold of herself, she doesn't want her mom to see her in a distressed state.

After she washed her face from the tap, she grabbed a hand towel from the line and dried her face. She walks in putting her most cheerful look.

On entering the living room, she froze...

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