KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

Amirah ducked her head when she reached the huge brown oak door to her new home, her husband's Chamber. Her friends and cousins step back, letting her sisters in-law to take the place of taking her into her home for the first time. She felt all nervous but giddy at the same time. Oh her Lord, what is she to see in there? He asked her family not to bother about furniture as the chamber has already being furnished. Her mother was more than elated about that fact, her smile knew no bound. Buying furniture is going to be a great deal for her so having him take it off her shoulders was something to celebrate.

The Chamber is furnished in spruce and sangria. He manage to mix up their favorite colours and make it look beautiful and unique. She smiled underneath her veil and let her sister in-law, Falak lead her to the first room to their right. It looks like the master bedroom seeing that it has same set of furniture as the living room. It is so beautiful that she almost removed her veil to look around her new home, she needs to see the place.

Royalty is good in some way.

She let Falak sat her down on the bed, then she felt her moving around her with the other sisters in-law like they are arranging something in the room, that is when she smelt the incense burner taking over the smell of new furniture. Maybe those expensive incense burners because she feels her body calming down with just the alluring smell. She's never smelt something as good as that, not even from her rich neighbours.

Few moments later, she saw someone's hand filled with gold trying to remove the veil from her face. The hands are filled with henna, making her feel intimidated. This person's hand is fair, the henna is more gorgeous than hers even though her own has more beautiful designs. Well, her skin is not as fair as this person's, she is just between bronze Carmel.

"You are now my sister in-law, more like a sister. Welcome to the family, my love." Falak whispered to her, took something from one of the girls behind her and gave her a gift box with Qur'an, rosary and hijab. She heard that that is how Fulani do their things so maybe they are attaching some of the traditions one way or the other.

"Thank you." Her voice was inaudible but she made sure Falak heard her. She don't even want to meet her eyes feeling extremely embarrassed after their last encounter when she threatened her. It feels like years ago when it happened, her heart still flip when she see her.

"Take care of yourself and my brother." She added before letting the other girls to give her the gifts they all brought for their youngest sister in-law. She blushed hearing them talk about how shamelessly Imad has been waiting for her to arrive the whole day. He couldn't even eat his breakfast, jumping from one sit to the other. He drove himself to the mosque because the guards were 'taking too long' to arrive.

When they left, her friends and cousins walked into the room taking snaps while some pose for photos in her home. The elders kept saying Ma shaa Allah, yarinya tayi goshi wallahi. Some are even saying it with envy dripping obviously while some are genuinely happy for their niece to get married in such luxurious family wishing their daughter or granddaughters will get something alittle close to that. They didn't hide their love for riches.

She heard some of them asking if her parents bought the furniture for her while her envious cousins were fast to answer them even though the question came from afar, she moved closer just to answer her. Some people will never learn how to mind their business or how to keep away their envious minds to themselves.

"How can they do this? The Yarima asked them not to bother about a thing, that they have everything covered. You think they can do something this expensive and Royal? Oh please, they don't even know the way to have this." It was Zuwaira who commented this and Amirah knew the girl hated her since before so she didn't bother raising her head to make it look like it affected her.

"Where are they? I can't wait to pluck out my own husband amongst them honestly." Her friend, Lateefah whispered from beside her rocking on her heels while adjusting her small veil around her head.

Both Lateefah and Kamila are wearing black lace sewn into pencil gown. It has a slit behind to make them walk more comfortably, it is closed with silk satin so their legs won't be wide open. They are wearing silver heels and black raw silk tied to their heads. Their makeup is also beautiful because they hired an expensive makeup artist to do both theirs and hers.

Yes, they are from rich family. Everyone from the school she graduated from is rich which is why they like degrading her because she is on scholarship. She doesn't mind as long as she gets good education to help her graduate.

Amongst all her classmates, she could only tolerate Lateefah and Kamila seeing they are not fully Hausa. She can't stand her Hausa friends because they gossip too much and envy you for no reason. Her friends started dispersing when they see that Imad has taken a liking at her alone. Some even tried getting him to their side but he never pay any heed to them. She was thankful for the blind trust he has on her since from day one.

The picture of her hugging one of her classmates was a dare made by her friends. She either hug him or she won't eat with her own break money which is enough punishment for her. She hasn't eaten for more than twenty four hours then, so she hugged him feeling like it is no problem to just hug a classmate. Her other classmates do that all the time but what she didn't know is that, they took the photo and sent it to her fiancée.

Since when that happened, she stopped talking to those set of friends and changed her circle of friends. She explained everything to him later when he came back. She didn't want to talk to him knowing she will hear the betrayal and disapproval in his voice and she could swallow anything but not that from Imad. They built their friendship right from the scratch as best friends before they started their relationship so they already trusted each other since before their love.

He's been her shoulder since from the beginning of her scholarship in that school. She never gets to cry when he is there in that school. He always makes her smile, apologise to her on her mother's behalf. He gave her a phone and ask her to call him whenever her mother scolds her or yell at her. Her mother is always on her throat so they spend more than thirty minutes with him consoling her. Her mother found out she was talking to a Prince even before she does.

She demand that she won't be seeing him if he is not willing to marry her. She said that boys nowadays only want to spoil girls life and leave them hanging on a cliff. He admitted that he loves her and together they both agreed to marry each other. He said he doesn't have any problem marrying after he finished studying and the mother agreed that he should send his Wards, that happened. But after that photo, he couldn't hold on any longer and decide that he will marry her before he finished his MBA.

Lateefah and Kamila never tried passing any ball in Imad's court. They only want to find their own Prince charming amongst his friends. They know that his friends from their school will attend and maybe even their crushes will finally notice them with fitted gowns. All of them have figure to die for so that won't be a problem, they are slim. As confident as ever in their skins so that won't bother them to flirt a little.

They want to get married to anytime soon. They found out that nothing will stop them from continuing college just because they are married. They can decide not to give birth till after they are done so why wait? Seeing their friend happily married to her equally happy and devoted husband, just pushed them into wanting to have their own partners.

They don't care about what people say. Sometimes or all the time, people say things because they are jealous of what you have. They will criticise you in a way you feel conscious of what you are doing when in reality, they just want that thing that you have. You are doing everything right but because they don't have what you do, they start to criticise. Just be who you want to be and what you want to be, people 'them' don't matter at all.

"His sister said he couldn't wait so they should be here soon." She whispered back, hearing voices around the room and hope her friend heard her over those. They sat her down in the middle of them, Lateefah and Kamila.

Few minutes later, the geriatrics sat her down and did the normal do this and don't do that. She almost yelled at them for repeating the same words over and over again. Her sister was the only one who talked sense to her so she listened attentively to each word and hang it around her like a sacred thread. Her sister is her role model, she loves her to death. Well, both her sisters but the older one more than anyone. They are much more closer.

"Amimi, I know you don't know a lot about marriage but I want you to be extra careful. You are young but you need to take care of your husband just like any older one would. I am not saying that you should keep your likes and dislikes aside just because you are married. Sit him down and tell him everything you like and don't like though I know you've already done that. You two should adjust to each other's presence and balance each other.

"Don't give up your hope and goals because you are now a married woman. Take good care of yourself then your needs. There are times when all you want to do is run away, but you have to stay strong and give yourself space. Always be happy dear sister. Don't forget, I'm always one call away every time." She gave her a hug and stood up to leave with the other older women in the room.

Leaving only her young cousins and her friends, they waited anxiously for the groomsmen to arrive so they can do the last ritual and leave. The groomsmen arrived much later, they walked out of the room to sit in the living room where six handsome Greek Gods are sitting. The perfume they are wearing waft around the living room making the girls conscious of their own smell. Their colognes smell amazing and expensive, the men are no play.

Though there is none older than twenty amongst them, they gave this vibe of twenty four year old. If one isn't bulky, then he is tall and if he isn't tall, he is bulky. Just one year after graduating from high school, they are all looking older than their ages.

"Assalamu Alaikum. Now that you guys finally grace us with your presence, I hope you know how this ritual happens?" It was Kamila who asked the question seeing that everyone kept quite when they were bragging minutes ago that they will talk and won't let them have the bride till they pay the said amount but look at them all conscious so the men won't think they don't have class. Useless set of girls they are. She hates when people back out from their words.

"I'm afraid we don't as he is the first one to get married amongst us." Jabir, Imad's best friend commented, hitting Imad's shoulder as he is sitting right next to him.

Imad is wearing white babban riga embroidered with golden yellow. There is a syrup alkyabba embroidered with gold a top the white babban riga. He looks extremely handsome. His young face clear of any hair and his eyes are shining with happiness more than she's ever seen. His lips are set into a wide grin, eyes twinkling while his head is wrapped around golden and brown turban. He looks every inch expensive royal!

She is still closed in her teal veil but could see him staring at her. It looks like he's caught her because he winked making her tan Carmel skin tone blush. The guy has always been shameless in her presence, it makes her feel special.

"Well, it goes like this. We won't let your friend have his wife till we get some money." It was Lateefah in her perfect British English. She lived in London for a few years then came back to Nigeria and refuse to let go of her accent no matter how much Yoruba is trying to spoil it.

"Oh really? How much is it then?" Another one of his friends asked from Imad's left side. He also attended their school and they heard he is now studying in South Africa. His name is Salim Sani Kilishi. His father also has a title in Kano State, the Kilishi of Kano.

"Yes and we want hundred thousand each. That is nine hundred thousand but, just add the other hundred to make it complete million." Kamila folded her hands around her chest giving the we ain't negotiating look, earning amused eyes from the men.

"Woah! You are so young to have one hundred thousand with you. Your mothers will demand where you get them from and what will you say?" Jabir raised a brow at the feisty young woman staring defiantly at him. Maybe interested? He can't say this soon, he is not into those relationships so just intrigued.

"From the wedding and explain everything. And now, don't call us young. We know everything about marriage so that sums up something." Came Lateefah's accent and just like that, they kept arguing back and forth irritating Imad to the core. He only wants to take his wife in his arms but they are talking senseless. From the way his friends are showing interest, they have something for those ladies but just not happening in his Chamber, they should take it elsewhere.

"Can you just pay them and leave?" He gritted his teeth at his friends making everyone around the room to laugh while Amirah blushed harder underneath her veil. Gosh, Imad can be so shameless.

"Okay, ango. We will pay them and take them home now take your wife and go to the room. Goodnight." Jabir mocked then stood up, asking the girls to do the same which they didn't, defiantly scooting closer to Amirah.

"We ain't going nowhere till you pay the money we asked for." Lateefah rolled her eyes and sit closer to Amirah when she saw Imad standing up.

"Who has bank account among you?" finally asked they question they've been wanting to hear since the sky blanketed.

Before either of them could reply with a negative answer, one of Amira's cousins talked for the first time. It was only Lateefah and Kamila that talked while the others only sat like statues looking at the scene unfold. They were bragging about talking earlier but look at the foolish women acting a kind fake of shyness. Even the other men talked once or twice but not the girls.

After the money was sent, they let Imad guide his wife to their bedchamber making the girls awe while some bore them with envious eyes, not that it mattered. The knot has already been tied, they are bind together forever.

"Don't be too naughty!" Lateefah yelled at their retreating figure whilst giggling then they all filed out of the Chamber to search for someone to take them home which wasn't hard seeing as the men are all willing to help the ladies.

"Welcome home, my wife." He whispered when he guide her to sit down on the bed.

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Sup?!
How've you been? How is life? Yep, another update just rolled in here. I've been wanting to update but wattpad kept deleting the edited version so here it is dai.

Amirah and her set of friends, hmm. Imad and his blinding trust, I love it. If only men can be like this😂 please my Imad should come soon. Anyways, don't forget to vote, comment and share.

TR; Have you ever stopped to look at the mirror just to confirm that you are the one? I do that every morning😂 You?

Aishatu.