Kano State, Nigeria.
2018.

"Now you girls should listen." Asad started, turning around from the driver's seat to talk to them like some lecturer. "No physical assault and even verbal, she is a nice lady but just desperate for a husband, rich nonetheless." He finished, earning a big grin from all the girls.

"Yes, sir!" They saluted and climb out of the car watching as Shaddad's BMW 8 series raced down the coal tarred street.

The girls all adjusted their shades and started walking to the girl with more bounce than needed in their steps. They reached just before she could open the gate to the house. Inayah was the one who called out her name and she stopped dead on her tracks and turn around, giving them a questioning look but you won't miss the fear in her eyes. It is not everyday that she sees beautiful ladies in black and shades coming her way like kidnappers.

"Shukrah Yusuf Matawalle!" The way Inayah said her name in full made her stop because she wanted to bolt to the safety of her home. Her instinct told her to sprint into the house and she almost did that before hearing her full name yelled out around the whole quite street.

"How may I help you?" Her voice shook gently which she tried to hide but failed, the girls look quite intimidating even with their feminine looks.

"Just some few words. Can you step back here." This time around, Jabrayah talked, looking like the real robber in her black jeans and her husband's black button up.

Shukrah moved back to where they are standing with hesitant steps and forced a smile across her lips. She can't believe she is brave to come close to these dangerous people and even smile. How stupid of her. She wiped the smile immediately because they might think she is challenging them when she is trying to be nice.

"I want you to stay away from Shaddad. I don't want things to get bloody and if you still ask him to come and see you, you won't like where everything will head to. I'm a woman of few words and if a man is taken, he shouldn't be seeing another just to make his wife mad. Stay away from him, I don't repeat threats twice, I take action.!" Falak looked and spoke like the real racketeer which frightened Shukrah even more.

Even though Falak is the finest one amongst them, she still is more deadlier than them. Her words spoke volumes and the undertone imminent threat is what made her liver and kidney shook in fear. Who the hell are they and why do they want her to stay away from thee Yarima? After thinking she's finally lucky to have the prince no one thought would get married this had to happen? Not only is he any prince but the next in the line?! Then she remembered something.

The girls are trying very hard to keep back their guffaws. They regret not recording this so they could watch and laugh at their act.

"Is he married?" She scrunched her face to that of puzzled and flummoxed girl which looks so hideous to Falak but she knew it is jealousy that is seeing that not her.

"He is and so back the fuck off!" Inayah spitted out because she thought the girl will put on a fight and they will start hitting her even if it is just a slap, pregnant hormones.

They didn't wait for her reply and turned around to leave the shocked and frightened woman in front of her own house. She was threatened right under her family's nose and they could've killed her even then with no one to save her.

"We did it!" The girls laughed so hard when they got into the car and Asad joined not able to stop himself because the girl did look frightened.

"You girls are great actors, superb! I should just open an industry and hire you all." He shook his head before gearing his way back to the palace but had to stop because the two pregnant women in the car wanted to fries and they stopped to buy some before going back to the palace.

Falak could only think how fun it was to scare the girl away from Shaddad. She was satisfied now that the first girl is down and even if he will get to ten more, she sure is going to bring them down. Whoever tries to be headstrong, she will just ask the guards from the palace to help her scare them away. She will go to any length to not let him get married to any woman but her, she is tired of getting rejected by him time and again. She will make him pay and that is her vow.

She changed into some comfy outfit before taking a jilbaab and strolled to the Prince's wing so she could play with her nieces and nephew. The girls always take her mind off stuff and they adore her because she spoils them a lot. And she does like spoiling them, they are just too adorable to not fall for their puppy dogs eyes and pouts.

"Where are my favorite girls?" She called out after stepping into Huzaif's Chamber only to find Jaiyana crying silently in the kitchen while sautéing what looks to be stir fried macaroni and it made Falak's mouth water but she dismissed that and turn to look Jaiyana again to make sure she wasn't imagining.

They just came back from their mission an hour ago and now she is already depressed? What is the problem with her? She should ask but she kind of don't want to push into personal matters and maybe it's about her and Huzaif, she doesn't want to get in between the couple but this is her friend they are talking about.

"What is wrong, Jaiyana?" She finally asked when her curiosity kept eating her and gnawing at her peace of mind. She must know what is happening.

"Falak, when did you come in?" She looks startled and tired cleaning the tears but she should know that that attempt is futile, Falak is always curious and she won't let something she's already seen go.

"The maid let me in and I can't find the girls, where are they?" She asked, taking the safest side of the conversation and let her finish cooking before talking about the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh, they just left with their father to get some ice cream and groceries." She explained nonchalantly and off the gas then putting it all in a white food flask and started setting the table all the while not trying to add anything more to their conversation and went ahead to set the dining table.

Falak patiently sat down in Jaiyana's bedroom waiting for her to finish whatever it is that she is doing. She is getting impatient because twenty minutes already passed and her patience is thinning quicker than ice melting in water. The Instagram feed doesn't appeal her anymore and she is not concentrating, that's how curious she is.

"I thought you were going to leave me here to die." Falak rolled her eyes and patted the space next to her for Jaiyana to settle down.

"As if you will stay." Came Jaiyana's words as she sighed and sit down right next to Falak before taking a deep breath again and letting it out through her nose.

"Spill the beans already. I've been dying to know what is going on since I came into the Chamber. You were crying while sautéing that amazing goody, you should serve some for me. You don't even know how to honour your guests. Tell me now though." She rambled trying to ease the tensed line across Jaiyana's face and shoulders.

"I think Huzaif wants a baby boy and I am not ready to carry a baby in my womb again, not anytime soon at least." Jaiyana sighed and let the tears roll down her cheeks again.

They were talking earlier with the kids running around and he slipped how he wished they had a baby boy where he could play football and basketball with but then laugh it off and said he would go to grocery shopping because the girls want ice cream and caprison which has finished. She didn't like what he was implying at all because she is afraid of what will happen if she gets pregnant now.

Her doctor told her that she should wait for at least four years or five before giving birth because of how she's suffered while giving birth to Hameeda. There was blood everywhere and she was hanged like a ram on eid-el-kabeer because the blood won't stop gushing out. She herself feared for her life and if she had given birth to a boy, she would've stopped giving birth all together but she now wants to give Huzaif a boy and will do everything to give him that.

"I don't think this is a big deal to me. Everything is written and if you're destined to give birth again or not, is already written and you only have to sit him down and make him understand that giving birth is not a child's play. As if he will be able to give birth." Falak huffed at that.

She doesn't like when men do that. Having boys or girls is not in the woman's hand but Allah. If they are not careful, they might have all boys and then they will all be ill so they better be happy with what God has given them and move on but then again, people are never satisfied with what is given to them, they always have eyes on other things.

"I will but he didn't sound desperate and I know he wasn't trying to hurt me, I was just so emotional and being my overdramatic self." She shrugged the words like it was nothing which is it.

"Better or I'd chop his head for not being satisfied with those cuties, go serve those macaroni for me." Falak fell back on the bed before hearing the front door opening and together they bolted to the door where Mufeeda and Hameeda stood with their father.

"Aunty Lakkkk!" The kids yelled out, launching themselves on her waiting figure scrouching down on her knees and waiting for their tiny figures to engulf her which they did.

"How are my favorite girls?" She cooed at them, seeing their lips coated in pink light lipstick that they probably put themselves because of how it is smeared around their chins.

"We are fine! We bought ice cream for everyone." Mufeeda screamed in her ears, running to where her father is holding the paper bags to get their ice cream.

The children and Falak left the Chamber and walked to the playground that is in the middle of the front garden and it has slides, trampoline, merry-go-round and swings. Huzaif didn't want to put anything that will endanger their children's lives and so he let only those four things till they grow up.

Falak went to Jabrayah and played a little with the new born baby boy Othman. Jabrayah is so possessive over the baby and Falak wonder how she managed to leave her baby and go with them earlier on their mission. It makes her want to get married and have her own baby to be possessive over.

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