MATAR YARO COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL BY AUTAR FARIN JINI (MMAN HIBBAT) 1

<p><em>She was crying bitterly.</em><br>"Mommy, why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this punishment? Please, Daddy, don’t do this to me. He’s just a boy; he doesn’t understand anything about marriage. I swear nothing will happen between us."</p>
<p>"Shut up!" her mother snapped. "Who told you we disrespect men? If you don’t understand, know now that a man is not someone to be trifled with. And since you’re saying we don’t know you, well, here you go."</p>
<p>Her father intervened:<br>"My dear, don’t say such things. Even I didn’t think this would happen, but we don’t know what God has planned. Please, endure this fate with patience, okay?"</p>
<p>She kept crying as if she was about to faint. "I don’t love him, Daddy, and I never will. How can I? What would I do with him? I’m certain he can’t do anything, especially not in the area of intimacy. I’m a woman meant for mature men!"</p>
<p>Her mother shouted at her to stop her nonsense. "Why do you always lack sense? Anything that happens to you, you must announce it to the world?!"</p>
<p>Her father tried to calm her:<br>"Take it easy on her, please," he said.</p>
<p>Her heart was racing with anger, and she vowed that if they forced her to marry this boy, who hadn’t even fully healed from circumcision, she would make his life miserable. She would show him that she had been in the world long before him. Where was his audacity compared to hers?</p>
<p>That night, she stayed awake, consumed by sorrow and anger. Fever overtook her as she drifted into a restless sleep. She felt a presence close to her. At first, she thought it was her mother until she realized it wasn’t.</p>
<p>Angrily, she exclaimed, "Mommy, for God’s sake, please have mercy on me. Don’t do this to me. I might die." She moved closer to the figure, seeking comfort.</p>
<p>The person began stroking her hair gently, his breath heavy with emotion. His anger softened as she called him a boy. Her chest pressed against him, and he savored the closeness. Slowly, his hands wandered over her, trembling. She felt his touch and realized something unusual was happening.</p>
<p>When she looked at him, shocked, she demanded, "When did you enter my room? Who gave you permission to come here?"</p>
<p>Smiling, he replied, "I came to check on my wife. Is that not allowed?"</p>
<p>Summoning her strength, she sat up despite feeling dizzy. He quickly caught her, preventing her from falling. "See? You could have hurt yourself. You’re lucky I’m here."</p>
<p>He kissed her forehead, but as he continued, his intentions grew more intimate. She tried to push him away, but her strength was failing.</p>
<p>Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Why can’t I wait until the day you are truly mine? Must you always do this? You’ll ruin us. People will think we’re immoral even though we’re under the same roof."</p>
<p>His thoughts raced with regret and longing. He adjusted her clothes, apologizing under his breath. He handed her medicine and watched her swallow it reluctantly.</p>
<p>Defeated, he left the room, though his heart ached to care for her. Meanwhile, she lay back on her bed, wondering if she could truly marry someone like him.</p>
<p>"I swear, he’ll face my wrath. He’ll regret ever meeting me," she vowed bitterly.</p>
<p>Later, her mother entered the room and found her lost in thought. She touched her shoulder, snapping her out of her reverie. She hugged her mother and burst into tears.</p>
<p>"Are you feeling feverish again?" her mother asked.</p>
<p>"I’m not well, Mommy. This whole thing is killing me. Please, have mercy. I can’t marry him. Even if I do, I won’t stay with him," she cried, holding onto her mother.</p>
<p>Her mother sighed and replied, "Whether you like it or not, the marriage will happen. You’d better accept your fate. You know there’s no escaping it. But if you choose to harm yourself, that’s your own doing."</p>
<p>With that, her mother left in frustration. She pouted and stormed into the bathroom to shower.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Yusuf was restless. He couldn’t sit still, knowing his bride wasn’t feeling well. "I have to check on her," he thought.</p>
<p>He entered her room just as she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her thighs. Her damp hair clung to her face.</p>
<p>He paused, staring at her figure. "So this is what she looks like," he thought.</p>
<p>Without warning, he approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent. She pushed him away, glaring. "What kind of pervert are you? How dare you touch me!"</p>
<p>He stepped closer again, backing her into the wall. "Baby, you’re not well. Let me help you."</p>
<p>She struggled, but his weight pinned her down. Her protests turned into weak murmurs.</p>
<p>"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Leave me alone," she retorted, pouting.</p>
<p>He smiled at her defiance. "Fine, but you owe me a kiss."</p>
<p>"Never!" she snapped.</p>
<p>But her resistance only fueled his determination.<br><br></p>
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<p>He reached out, his hands tracing the curves of her hips before gliding over her soft skin. His fingers lingered on her chest, kneading gently before he leaned in, placing a delicate kiss that deepened as he held her close. She exhaled sharply, a mixture of tension and sensation coursing through her. Her breathing grew uneven as he moved closer, lifting her effortlessly and laying her on the bed.</p>
<p>Starting at her neck, he trailed his lips downward, leaving a path of warmth as he explored. His hands rested on her stomach, firm but tender, before descending further between her thighs. His movements were deliberate, searching.</p>
<p>With a determined grip, he parted her legs despite her resistance. His touch was both delicate and insistent, his fingers brushing over sensitive places that made her gasp and tense. She let out soft, involuntary sounds, the intensity of the moment drawing her into a whirlwind of sensations.</p>
<p>As her voice quivered, he exhaled against her skin, a warm breath that made her shiver. Her breathing hitched as he leaned closer, his lips pressing against her most vulnerable places. He kissed her deeply, savoring the essence of her being, alternating between soft suctions and gentle caresses that left her trembling.</p>
<p>Her cries of protest turned into a sharp wail, her hands clutching his in an attempt to stop him. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her disheveled hair framing her face, her vulnerability laid bare.</p>
<p>Undeterred, he continued, silencing her with his lips, his kiss deep and overpowering. Her muffled cries softened into quiet sobs as he held her close, his actions marked by a single-minded intensity.</p>
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