KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

"Thank you." She whispered but he was still staring at her, mesmerized and out of words. She blushed ducking her head lower not to meet his gaze again but he was adamant on her looking into his eyes. He likes when they stare deep into each others eyes, he said he feels more connected to her when he stares deep into her dovelike orbs. Yup, she could yell out cliché but she don't want to ruin the moment for them.

"We are to pray right?" He grinned when she looked at him for a minute, taking in all his features like she is scribbling it fast in her memories to never forget.

"Gosh, we are crazy. We have to perform ablution and pray obviously." She rolled her eyes at him and made a move to get up but he was quick to shake his head and pick her petite frame to the bathroom where she let her mouth hang, totally forgetting about being in his arms. The bathroom was so huge and beautiful. Spruce, sargia and gold shone in her eyes making her grin, wow. Posh and luxurious life is amazing. She never thought she would see bathroom like this talk less of calling it her own bathroom.

"Now let's perform our first ablution together." He stand beside her on the other twin washing hand basin all the while looking at her through the mirror with a a creepy smile engraved to his lips. He feels like this is all a dream and he will wake up, he doesn't want to.

They performed ablution and left the bathroom to go and pray when she complained about the clothes being uncomfortable. He asked her to go and change in the closet seeing that her sisters arranged some of her clothes there. She did just that, changing into the nightdress her sister removed from the boxes just for her to wear on their wedding night. She just wants to get over this nuptial night and be done with before they leave the country the very next day, she can't wait for that.

His favourite colour, spruce. Her sister asked her his favorite colour before she removed it from one of the boxes. She was so shy of that conversation with her sisters but nevertheless stopped to hear what she was talking about and now she has more knowledge about it than she thought. Both her and Afaf were squirming when she finished with her lecture. She laughed it off seeing their hot faces staring at her like she is some alien. She was brazenly talking about it, not bothering to close some unnecessary words, she says it without fear or shyness.

Getting into the silky gown, she wrapped her straightened shoulder length hair in a white veil. She hardly keep tabs on what goes on with her hair but when her wedding came closer, her mother forced her to stretch it after each three days and she has no other choice but to do so. She has stubborn natural curly hair which always discourage her to even touch it. No matter how much she tries, it hurts whenever she combs through it. She always use a cream named pink oil to soften it or water before she combs it so she stopped troubling herself wishing she could barb it all together.

She added a long mauve hijab that closed both her feet then walked out of the closet. She gaped at the place for a few minutes before moving her feet. Everywhere around the place seems to shine with those touches of gold and other colours Imad added. People living in luxury really don't have anything to worry about. Everything is there at their beck and call so why worry about something that hasn't even come when she always thinks about what the future holds for her. One thing is certain, if she lives with Imad for the rest of her life, she won't have to bother about any worldly stuff. It will be taken cared of before she even says it.

"Let's pray." He stood in the front while she took the praying mat sprayed behind him and stood following his lead. His voice is soothing, though his voice is not always soothing but while reciting the holy book, she is lulled. Maybe she doesn't like his normal voice because she's been his friend for a long time and she has seen the worst of him.

When they finished praying and each of them said their adhkar, he moved his hand to her head and pray like all those newly wedded couple. Though to some, he is still insensitive and young, he knows quite alright about marriage. He could even put an old man to shame with some of his wisdom while some only get married because they are of age, he did it for love and made enough researches to help him live a happy life with his wife. His first female best friend and the first girl he's ever loved like this. The last woman he ever loves.

His brothers sat him down in the middle and scold him like he did wrong just like when he was younger. He listened attentively to all their advises while some chirp in naughty words. Having seven brothers, six sisters in-law and one sister is enough for him to know everything. They all took turns scolding him and he appreciates all their effort and words. They will be useful to him in all ways they never think of. He can't thank Allah enough for blessing him with such family.

Amirah on the other hand was so shy when he removed his hand from her head and stood up. He folded the praying mat then gave her his hand so she could stand up. She stood up and folded the one she prayed on then placed them in the bedside drawer he placed his. She has her eyes down casted when he lead her to the set of spruce couches sitting by the end of the room where a huge window stood facing the garden in the wing.

It looks so romantic, as though they were on a date. The lights illuminating from the garden, the green lush gifting her eyes with their nature. Those red roses and orchids surrounding the walls of the garden, she felt like she is in heaven.

There is pepper chicken sitting on the center table with a plate, champagne and two flutes. She bit her lip tightly while trying to adjust her hijab around her. She didn't dare remove the hijab as the shy side of her won when she stood up. How can she remove her hijab knowing what will come next? But isn't that what she should do? Welcome him and make him crave her even before he is done eating. Those were Arwa's exact words to her but Lord, she can't.

"You can take off the hijab, gummy bear. Are you shy now?" He raised a brow when she glared at him and stood up to remove the hijab feeling like he just dared the daredevil. He knew why he talked like that, he knew she will remove it and she did.

He sucked in a breath when she removed the hijab showing her cleavage mistakenly. Though she is just sixteen, she's grown up quite well and into a beautiful woman with the curves to die for. She is skinny and very small compared to his size. No, she is small even amongst her mates and friends but she still has her curves in places they should be. Her long slender golden dark skin neck, down to the fullness of her chest, to the narrow of her stomach and the small widening of her behind.

She adjusted her nightdress to close her cleavage when she saw his eyes on her then sat down with a blush coating her face. He gave her a cheeky chuckle which brought another one from her lips. The tension lightened and they are back to those friends they once were. She smiled and took a chicken wing and started munching on it not caring that she is a bride and she should act like one. He's seen her eating tuwo with hand so what's so bad about eating chicken with hand?

They finished eating whilst talking and sipping their champagne. The atmosphere was light but you could feel the sexual tension soaring in the place. They all know they can't sleep without completing their nuptial night and they can't wait to get over it. She stood up with him holding her and they shyly approach the bed. They sat down awkwardly staring at each other none knowing what the next move should be or how to start it in the first place.

Boldly, they lean in together and placed their lips on each other. It was awkward at first then they started kissing with more passion, ardor and fervour. They move closer to each other before she knows it, she find herself straddling his laps with her hand in his Fulani hair which he refused to barb because it makes him 'look funny' all the time and not to talk about how his wife likes teasing him when he barb.

His lips move down to her slender neck, kissing and nipping her skin making her restless and more feverish. She really needs to ease this scorching desire that has almost reached the point of pain. And just like that, they consummated their marriage with love, passion and fervour. They were like fires each wanting to devour each other to add more flames to the other.

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"No, I'm taking you to the bathroom and give you a bath. You are a new bride and we just got married, how will I look if I let you bath yourself?" He raised a brow when she blushed and hid her face with the silk golden quilt which she is mad about ruining. Everything about the room looks like it shouldn't be touched but she's ruined it.

"I can take bath myself, don't make this hard on me." She whispered inside the quilt and he move his hand to remove it away from her face so he can look at his beautiful wife. His eyes dilated in happiness and love for this woman beneath him. He thought his heart won't be able to bloom more love for this woman but no, his heart is about to relocate.

The night before was amazing, he can't believe they consummated their marriage and the connection he felt after that was unreal. He loves every single thing about their night which he will treasure for the rest of his life. They made love! Ya Allah, his heart is about to burst for the love he has for this woman before him. And he thought he couldn't love her more, look where they are.

"Nope, this is what I want to do and you know how determined I am so just let me. I've already run the bath." He stood up from his sitting position on the bed and round it to take her in his strong arms. Effortlessly bringing her to his hard chest with a smirk.

She squealed, clutching the quilt around her all the while her eyes closed. She felt so shy even though he's seen her the night before. The quilt, the traitor of a quilt fell from her body making her heart drop along with it. She immediately curl herself in his arms to close her feminine part on his equally half naked body. Well, he was half naked but she is completely as bare as the day she was born.

He placed her into the tub that's filled with scented perfume. Together they took bath and left the bathroom, her still in his arms as he refused to let go of her. He placed her on the sargia and gold chair that is in the closet then went in search of the clothes he wanted her to wear before they board the plane some hours later. It's like a honeymoon but in all truthfulness, he is going back to school.

He removed a chocolate box pleated skirt and cream crew neckline shirt for her. She will look so cute in it so he gave it and ask her to change. She refused to do that in his presence which result to him rolling his eyes and changing into his own set of sweat before giving her the privacy by turning around, giving his back to her. She changed hastily into the said clothes after wrestling her under wears on her.

"I'm done." She breathed out, he was smiling but his eyes are laughing when he turned around. She immediately knew that he is up to something to rile her up like he always does.

"There is a mirror in front of me you know." He moved away to show her the mirror liking the way her face yawed into a horrified one before she scowled and lurched at him like a kitten.

He ran away from the closet to their bedroom, when she barged in with those murderous eyes, he left to the living room and hide away behind a couch. That is how they continue to play before she slacked on the sofa and continue to glare at him. He didn't let her catch him so he gave a puppy dog eyes and sat down next to her. She was quick to swat his head before he escape again.

"That's for looking at me, remain one for letting me run around like this." She frowned and hit his back then flinched feeling the pure muscles that made her hand red instead.

"Sorry." He laughed when her face contorted to a look of pain then he took the hand and gave it a small massage with his equally soft hands. She sighed inaudibly before laying her head on his shoulder.

"You should've told me that I got married to a brick not human." She stomped her feet and sigh audibly this time around when the massage got to her head in real.

"We are going to see my mom later."

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