Jannah huffed as she entered her room where Aisha is currently sitting, her hands on her phone too. Why is everyone just too busy with phones? What is it in them that they can't live for a few hours without it except if they have no other choice? Maybe there is no power bank or charger or something like that.

Aisha's head rose slowly from her phone to view a very much displeased Jannah. Her heart sank a little at the thought of what the heartless Draco had told her. He must've hurt her with his rude remarks as always, he's got no soft bone in his body. Everything he does is ruthless like his damaged dark soul that needs to be checked by demons.

"Now what did he do?" Jannah grunted without answering her. "Anyway, we need to plan something now. We can't let today just go like that when we only have three days to get you beneath his skin."

Jannah frowned, she's right. She shouldn't be upset on things she knew she won't be able to stop the damned man from doing. For now though, she should web her way through his life like a labyrinth and make him get used to this new Jannah in case she decides to throw another bomb on him. He should know that she is capable of almost everything and should watch out for any storm.

"What should we do now? I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow leaving two days for us. I'm already tired of listening to him. His voice is not bad though." She said the last sentence looking adorable like a child.

Aisha wiggled her brows at that. "Look at her already crushing hard but that aside, there is something you can do now."

Jannah sighed. Hajiya Maimuna knew why she brought Aisha here to stay with her. To make sure she stays in line and not get cold feet. "What? It's already late and I think it's time for Magrib already."

"Yeah, you'll pray first after scrubbing that hospital off your body. While you're doing so, I'll be out arranging the dining table with the takeouts we bought." Aisha tucked her phone into the pocket of her Ankara gown, more like Jannah's that she hadn't worn.

"So far, you're only talking about things I don't care about. And then do what with him? I should just bath and eat food? Thanks." She made her way to the bathroom but Aisha stopped her by stepping right in front of her.

She gave her a once over then started austerely. "You're going to change your clothes, go to his room and get him to come down for dinner. Don't forget to talk like you're comfortable getting on bed with him, you know. He shouldn't realize that you're the other Jannah that knows you two have been on bed only once. Keep it as fake as possible."

Jannah's blushed regretting telling the girl about their bedroom rendezvous. She was just in desperate need of a friend and she needed someone to talk to about it. She's been so lonely but is not at all that looking forward into getting intimate with her husband. Yeah, she's a woman with needs like any other but that doesn't mean the act is that appealing to her. That first and only time hurts like bitch, just not close to birthing.

"Don't talk about that in public please. And why should I go to his room to bring him out for dinner? I've never been there and it's his stomach. He should eat if he wants and not do so—" She was cut off by an incredulous looking Aisha.

"You've never been to your husband's room? And it's in this mansion? Why on earth would you not do that? Where did the first time happen then? On the floor in the corridor or you were lied down on the kitchen island while he had his way with you?" Aisha now looks furious at the mere thought of how he'd degraded her.

Jannah blushed some more. The girl should get some shame. "No, he did not do any of that. It was in this room and what's there to see in his room? Skeletons and skulls? I'm fine not knowing what's in there. It's probably for the better."

"How can you not know how your husbands room looks like? You guys have been married for almost four years now! It doesn't make any sense." Aisha frowned deeply, her eyes slanted over as she thinks.

Jannah shrugged again. "It's no big deal. It's just a room."

Aisha shook her head negatively, her expression turning wild. "It's not just a room! It's a glimpse in your husband's life that you need. God knows I cannot stay married with a man like Mr. Adnan but since you're doing this for your daughter, I totally get it. But know who you're living with! Check his closet, drawers and everything. Who knows whether he's got a corpse in his room?"

Jannah giggled at her worked up friend. She needs a good spa to relax those aching muscles. "You're funny. A man like him won't leave any evidence if he is into that sort of thing. I asked once whether I could clean his room but he said there was no need so I never checked."

"You're such an obedient little fool. The doors are always open though? Even while he was away?" Aisha was quick to haul the questions like she didn't hear her last words.

"All the time. Imara goes there once in awhile to see whether her father is playing tricks on her or not." Jannah turned her back and gestures that she zip down her maxi dress. They are so comfortable.

"This is an opportunity then. You are going into that room. I'll just arrange the dining room while you shower and pray. Don't get dressed till I come back." And she pushed her into the bathroom then made her way out of the room down the stairs.

Jannah giddily entered the bathroom and showered hastily like a high school teenager whose crush just asked her out. Her entire body is tingling but she managed to perform ablution and pray all the while constructing how she should start up a conversation with him again. Maybe she shouldn't fight him this time around and just go with the flow. It's much better that way.

Aisha sauntered into the room and clapped her hands twice before disappearing into the closet. She came out holding a canary midi slip dress something Jannah cannot remember owning. When? Well, she shouldn't be surprised because normally, her eyes don't land on the other clothes that aren't traditional. She is always wearing Ankara or lace.

"I'm not going to wear that flimsy thing and walk around. I'm not a prostitute." She rolled her eyes, standing up and folding up the praying mat she's finished praying on.

"That's what you are supposed to be in your husband's home, a whore but that's the problem too with our women. Your men will go out and admire other women flaunting their assets while you're here all hijab and lace. Common, you're wearing this. You are not that other Jannah, remember that." Aisha threw the canary dress on her.

Jannah held the piece of fabric in distaste. "You'll give me something to add on top. It doesn't even have sleeves!"

"Now stop complaining and get dressed. Let me get a white transparent kimono for you. He should see what he is missing out." Aisha moseyed back into the closet and came out with the said kimono.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jannah could barely recognize herself. Even while she is alone, she is not one to obsess over her own body, she never wastes her time looking at the mirror, it's not in her. But right now as she stood there looking at her curves, she's got nothing to say but Alhamdulillah. That's all she could say, her body is not near perfect but she's good.

"See as you hot like that. I don't know what kind of man he is but something must be terribly wrong with him if he doesn't react to this hotness." Aisha hoots, passed her the kimono.

"I'll go now but if he throws me out it's on you." She made her way to the door, took a deep breath then widen her eyes. Her hair!

Before she could turn around, Aisha commented dryly. "You aren't closing those curls. Now get that arse moving and don't even turn around."

Knowing there is no winning with the girl, she continued walking only for her to rush back again inside the room panting. Can she really do that? Her hair is in high ponytail probably with water around the front from when she bathed and her neck feels so naked. Even her legs too! What is she doing?

"Why are you back now? Don't tell me you are giving up already." Aisha raised a brow and came to stand close to her.

Jannah stood straighter, adjusted her glasses on her nose. "I was just wondering why I'm the one spending time with him and not his daughter like we've planned. This is about her and not me."

Aisha suspired looking seriously tired now. But that's what friends are for right? To keep inculcating knowledge into their dummy friend's heads huh?

"I know it's about her and whatnot but he needs to get used to having you first. Forget about her for the next three days and make sure he's gotten used to you. She won't be a problem when  the time comes. Now go out there and help your husband see sense." With a little push, Jannah strutted to the wide doors facing the stairs.

She took deep breaths at the door before deciding not to knock. He doesn't knock too so she won't do it.

When she pushed open the mahogany doors, she had to stop for a minute to catch her breath. Her eyes widened at the darkness of the room then brightened at the magnificence of it all. She closed the doors behind her and stood by it afraid she might collapse at the way the room itself intimidates her. The owner is nowhere in sight too so she watched.

One of the four walls in the room is glass viewing the large garden they've got outside and the long driveway, he could see everything happening from the gates to the garden. Beneath it is the pool she's never visited. Right close to it are five steps leading up to a king sized bed or is it a tub there? She moved forward to survey the place critically and just like that, her eyes zeroed on a circle tub large enough to fit in two people.

Tub inside a room?

The small staircase is beside the tub leading up to the bed and in front of the bed sat this inbuilt fireplace that's currently burning angrily. It's definitely not real fire but it's keeping the room warm. There's a large television by the bed around the glass that's sheathing the entire acre wide bed. A complete set of couches sat in front of it with a desk attached.

This man surely knows how to keep his room like him. Everything there screams danger, intimidation and excessive wealth. But she? She is excited with all goosebumps. His room is beautiful like him.

She went to sit on the one seater couch and continue to stare intently at the room. A door opened to her left, she immediately pivoted knowing that person could only be her husband and there he stood, half naked. Her face burn harshly but she couldn't look away from him, not even if her life depended on it. Her neck stood stiff against her shoulders, her eyes wide open in fascination.

A decidedly handsome man, her husband, appearing taller than usual in the confines of the room. Dark, coolly confident, and as unpredictable as a force of nature. His body was beautiful, built with the long, efficient lines of a rapier, every inch wrought with tough muscle. A light furring of hair covered his chest and narrowed down toward his midriff. Oh, God.

Her face is now hot alongside her neck and all the places open! The goosebumps now hurts against her arms.

She cleared her throat. "I cannot recall ever been in this room. Seems like a new place entirely."

He draped a towel by his left shoulder trying not to look uncomfortable in only sweatpants. He's never underdress, only overdressed. Now she is here and she's looked at him as though he stole her favorite candy and she is after his life.

"That's up to you. The place has always been left open for you." He shrugged like he didn't just make her stomach quiver with his words.

Always been left open for you. Doesn't that sound romantic of some sort? He was only been earnest though, like always so she tamed her raging heart.

"Whatever. Just came to ask you out on a date." She made sure her expression gives nothing away. What is there to give away anyway?

Adnan stopped many feet away from her and really looked at her again for the third time that day. The neat ink upsweep of her hair revealed the daintiest pair of ears he had ever seen, a vulnerable neck, a delicate jaw that made his fingers itch to investigate the soft curve.

He looked away before he thinks about something unhealthy. "A date? You must've really hit your head before that memory loss occurred."

"You don't have to keep reminding me about my lack of memory. I'm already going through a lot." She rolled her eyes and went to his desk, a little closer to where he stood. She bent it to read something on his desk.

As Adnan regarded her downcast head, he was assailed by a strange yearning he had never experienced before. He had been so certain of who and what Firdausi Jannah Yahya was...and she kept confounding him. With her cute little glasses perched on her nose, he's always loved those bifocals.

His gaze skimmed over her in a thorough survey. The sight of her in the canary gown, a yellow so dark it approached orange on her dainty dark skin, caused a response that was alarming in it's intensity. He had never once allowed himself to imagine that somewhere in the world there might be a woman who was not only beautiful but intelligent, kind, and unaffected. The fact that he seemed to have found her in Jannah right now was astonishing.

He's been married to her for years and he is just feeling this way now? After she's lost her memory?

And to him that is not the worst possible thing at the moment. The worst is the fact that he is reacting to her physically in a whole. Why?