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Kano State, Nigeria.
2013.

Jaiyana grinned at herself as she moderately and sluggishly fold her clothes in Huzaif's room. She can't believe the little idea of Falak would bring her husband out of his self-centered thoughts but here they are now, giving their best to live like normal married couple. She can't wait to explore that side of marriage with her husband.

They slept together yesterday on the same bed but there still wasn't any physical connection so she thought that maybe he wants to slow things down, she didn't mind it one bit if he will be with her in all the steps of the way. She needs to know more about him, his family, favorites things and everything there is to know. She is ready to delve and wander around his life if he will give her the opportunity.

Maybe dressing in baggy sweaters and maxi skirts isn't what he prefers because as soon as she started using all those makeup, his attention came back to her so why not continue doing so? She never stopped wearing her new clothes, using light makeup and wearing lots of calming perfumes. She even used the one he likes using earlier before he left for work and he said..

"Are you wearing my perfume?" He's asked when she leaned in to serve his food, though his attention was on her bare shoulder that kept grazing his cheek with each movement.

She was wearing an off shoulder flay gown. The patterns are small keys coloured in navy blue while some parts of the ankara has golden embellished across then the other parts of it spruce coloured complicated patterns that completed the whole wrapper all more pleasing and appealing.

"I was out of perfume so I decided to use yours, I like it." He knew she was lying but like it was, his attention was in her bare shoulder that kept glistening under the chandelier in the dining room.

Unconsciously, he raised his hand and drop it on the shoulder, feeling the soft skin and the bone, scapulae. He'd heard her sharp intake of breath but he paid no regard and continue to massage it in a sensual way, a shiver went down his spine. The feeling of her skin underneath his palm is not something he could cope up with at that moment so he'd awkwardly removed it and cleared his throat.

"Next time, don't lie to me and just say the last part." His voice was light, laced with amusement which made her chuckle and sat down by the side to eat her food too. That was the first time she ate with him together on the table.

•*•*•

Successfully done around five in the afternoon, she decided to take another bath before cooking, knowing fully well that he will be back around six thirty. She changed into another ankara fitted blouse and skirt, did a little makeup and tied the head tie simply before adding an apron so she could whip out something for them but then she heard the door opening, he is back.

Sighing, she removed the noodles from the carton and started cooking it, it's faster and their favorite. She's noticed how he likes emptying his plate whenever she'd expertly cooks noodles for him most mornings or maybe it is because she is an expert when it comes to handling noodles, everyone in her house would rush to get some, even her father.

"What do we have here?" He questioned, walking into the dining room she finished setting in grey sweatpants and black v-neck shirt that clung to his body.

"Noodles, hope you don't mind." She placed the last China filled plate in front of where she will be sitting, right next to him.

She cooked the noodles with green pepper, carrot, green beans and egg. Cutting them into square shape, it gave the food a pleasant look and the boiled two eggs that sat by the side completed the look. She wanted to add sausage but the forgot, she was too giddy waiting to sit with her husband again and talk that the thought of it vanished as soon as it came. She can't be blamed, it is not everyday that she gets to sit with him and talk freely.

A year has passed and everything between them was tensed and brief so why not use this opportunity wisely and pray it lasts for eternity, she can't afford to go back to not talking to him. It is enough punishment that she endured for a year, not anymore.

"I don't mind, you cook the best noodles." He sat himself down and dive right in together with her. He wasn't lying, he's always loved her unique cooked noodles, no one has ever done that or has he ever seen it like that even with the Cooks tripping in the palace. There is just something different with her hands.

"Why, thank you." She grinned, her face looking down at her plate, missing the look he gave her. It would've made her heart raced and she would pant, he wasn't even touching her.

"How was work?" She asked, using her fork and spoon to scoop the egg from beside, she doesn't want the silence around the table so she took the nice part.

"It was good except for the case I took earlier. A woman burnt her sister alive because she found her cheating on her with her husband after she took her in when she had no one, it was horrible. I sympathized with the woman who almost died and the one who almost killed her sister because of her husband, I don't think I will go on with the case. Thank God the sister isn't dead but severely burnt." He sighed, his expression turned to one of dread, harrow and awful at the mere thought about it.

"That's sad! But what about the man? Shouldn't she have punished him with something like she did her sister?" She placed her fork down and look up with curiosity.

She'd kill them together if she was the one, she will take the sentence of two murders than kill only her sister. It is not her fault, maybe he was the one who walked to her with that kind of proposal or even forced himself on her though that isn't really relevant but still, he is equally at fault like her sister was.

"She beat him up black and blue, disfigured his face, broke a few bones with a pestle and asked him to leave his own house and never show his face to her children." He chuckled a little at that, that was kind of brave on her part.

"Wow, I'm proud of her!" Jaiyana chuckled at that too, catching the amused smile on his lips.

They retired to bed after she finished doing the dishes. She nervously changed from her outfit to pajamas, she didn't know what to wear and they didn't talk about it with Falak. Should she seduce him again? But is she ready to consummate their marriage after he called her disgusting? Well, it is not his fault that she gave her virginity to someone and she is ready to consummate. That is if he will accept her this easily.

She took her phone and decided to message Falak, maybe the girl will know what to do to help her.

Me;
"Hey, sorry I didn't keep you updated but I'm happy! Thank you so much for all you've done and I need your help. He asked me to come back to his room and we slept together yesterday, do you think I should seduce him and uhm, you know?"

She tapped send before she could think twice and waited anxiously for Falak's reply.

Falak;
"Woah there woman! And you didn't bother telling me there was an improvement? Anyways, you should totally seduce him and consummate! There is this thin lingerie I stuffed in your drawer, his room, check the last drawer in the closet by your right. Woah, I can't wait to see my niecessss......."

Jaiyana shook her head, she is not really surprised nor astonished that she stuffed something for her, the girl is sneakier and creeper than she thought. She removed the pajamas and changed back to the ankara before going to the closet to get the lingerie. She could feel his eyes on her and not the television that is in the room.

Changing into the thin sleeved lingerie that came with it's bra and panties, she looked at herself in the mirror. The white thing is supposed to stop at her thigh but because she is small, it almost touched her knee, she didn't mind. But will she be able to walk like that? Won't he call her a whore?

They just reconciled and she is ready to consummate their marriage, it sounds absurd to her so she sighed and decided to remove it but she heard the door opening, she shrieked and started closing her body with her hands as if she wasn't ready to just go out like that. That was different.

Huzaif froze, frigid, stoned, statued by the door. She's been taking so long and he has stopped hearing noises from the bathroom so he decided to check on her but found her in a very tempting, alluring net lingerie that is just luring him in. His breathing seemed to have terminated, discontinued, and ceased while his lungs abandoned him, the goddess in front of him was truly molded. Why didn't he see that?

He didn't know how it happened, what happened, who moved or who walked but they found themselves in a heated make out session. Her back digging into the wall before he moved her to sit on the sink, not removing his lips from hers while doing so. His lips seared hers into a scotching, burning kiss that left her feeling dizzy and her knees weakened.

He roamed his hands to her shoulder, massaging her scapulae like he did earlier that morning which turned her on and sent ripples of pleasure down her spine. He moved his right hand to her heaving cleavage, moving his hands back and forth and then the lingerie is out of the way, leaving her bare to his hands mercy which he didn't give.

Moving back, he admired the creature in front of him sitting half naked, her lips looking thoroughly ravished and her naked chest heaving, her eyes looks hazed and she felt lightheaded. Her lips are parted as if waiting for his tongue to continue exploring more and he moved to do just that.

He moved his hand to fondle with her heaving chest and tweaked the dots with his hand, making her shiver and arch her back, not once letting her lips go. He couldn't think straight and neither could she. Her body is so soft, meek and almost fluffy. There is no turning back and neither of them want the clock to move back so they continue to explore.

He moved them to the bedroom and they found themselves naked and tangled in the sheet the next morning, fulfilling the marital bliss.

She smiled at the sun rays hitting her husband's face as she awoke before him. Just how his face is glowing and bathing in the sun rays, she could see her future brightening, dazzling just like that. She mildly stroked his face, mollifying all the tired lines across his face which earned a small smile in his sleep. She smiled back, bigger than his showing her pearls. She is finally happy, he has accepted her.

She is one fortuitous woman.

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I can't believe I wrote that, ugh but whatever. You people didn't skip the smut, did you?😂 Should we lessen it or...? Anyways, I hope I didn't break anyone's fast. Thank God the chapters have been written since because I wouldn't have updated o. How have you been? Good I hope. You guys, please I need to see your comments not 'update soon' I need to feel motivated, but thank you still🌚💚 I want to know what you think about the whole book, can you do that for me? Like a review?
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