NAMIJIN ZUMA 3 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

<p>**Slowly, he drove his brand-new Mercedes Benz C-Class, its dark ash color gleaming under the sun. Just one look at the car revealed its freshness; it radiated brilliance from every angle. The vehicle matched its name in prestige and beauty, perfectly embodying class and excellence. The smooth tires glided over the meticulously maintained asphalt road, a hallmark of this affluent neighborhood, where roads were frequently repaired and kept immaculate.</p>
<p>He headed directly toward a grand, aesthetically pleasing mansion, whose impressive design suggested that the interior might surpass the exterior in elegance. Among all the houses on the street, none had a gate as stunning as this one—a polished silver gate that shone brilliantly like freshly forged gold. He honked briefly, and the security guard, dressed in a blue uniform and black trousers, quickly emerged, saluting the imposing car. His gaze lingered on the license plate, which bore the prestigious AS insignia, prompting an even more respectful demeanor as he swung the gate open without delay.</p>
<p>The car smoothly entered the expansive compound, navigating to a parking space. The owner parked with precision that exuded sophistication—proof that this wasn’t the clumsy maneuvering of the ordinary man. Yet, he remained seated in the car for a full 10 minutes before opening the door, only to spend another 5 minutes before finally stepping out. His slender, well-manicured feet, adorned in pristine white designer slippers, touched the interlocked pavement. The sight of his elegant toes could make an admiring onlooker lose control; their beauty was simply unmatched.</p>
<p>Gracefully, he disembarked from the car, revealing his tall, commanding physique—a stature that seemed to define masculinity itself. His height and build suggested effortless dominance, an appeal that left women in awe. His chocolate complexion glowed with an almost ethereal radiance, blending with his flawless skin to create a visual masterpiece. His well-toned body hinted at neither excessive bulk nor slenderness, but rather a balanced perfection that exuded strength and allure.</p>
<p>His hair, thick and neatly arranged, crowned his head, complementing his sharp facial features: a prominent nose, captivating brown eyes, and lips so uniquely shaded with pink and dark tones that they added a mysterious charm to his visage. His full brows, joined seamlessly, and his lush lashes gave his face an almost angelic glow. The slight shadow of a well-groomed beard and the artistry of a single tattoo on his muscular arm added to his irresistible magnetism.</p>
<p>Dressed in a tailored dark royal blue traditional outfit, the fabric clung just enough to emphasize his broad shoulders and toned arms. The tattoo, a souvenir from his time in America, was subtle yet striking—a perfect blend of his personality’s rebellious and refined aspects.</p>
<p>Leaning back against his car, he gazed at the impressive mansion with an expression of quiet introspection. The world saw a picture of wealth, success, and youthful vigor, but within him brewed unresolved conflicts and the scars of decisions made too soon. With a sigh that betrayed the weight of his thoughts, he turned and retrieved three sleek smartphones—a state-of-the-art iPhone, the latest Samsung, and a durable Nokia—from the car before striding toward the house.</p>
<p>Workers hurried to greet him, their deference undeniable. He responded with a polite nod, masking his inner turmoil with a composed demeanor. For the past five days, sleep had eluded him, and his body seemed to seek refuge in the house’s air-conditioned interior. Each step he took toward his mother’s section of the house exuded confidence and purpose, a blend of class and authority.</p>
<p>He finally entered her luxurious sitting room, the cool air and delicate fragrance immediately soothing him. The meticulously designed space, painted in army green and milk tones, showcased opulence in every detail. He sank into one of the plush armchairs, its comfort almost mocking his restless state. Reclining slightly, he rubbed his forehead, his mind swirling with regrets—chief among them, the youthful haste with which he’d entered into marriage.</p>
<p>Suddenly, the door opened, and his stepmother, a striking woman in her mid-forties, entered, followed by his father, who walked with the aid of a cane. The father, despite his advanced age and physical limitations, still carried an air of authority. His lined face bore the marks of wisdom, wealth, and a life well-lived.</p>
<p>“Aeezad…” his stepmother called, her voice feigning warmth. He turned to face them, his sharp, intelligent eyes assessing the situation. As his father inquired about his visit, Aeezad fought to suppress his irritation at the seemingly trivial question.</p>
<p>“Jarumi, are you okay?” his father asked again, his concern evident. But before Aeezad could respond, his stepmother interjected, smoothly redirecting the conversation. Her manipulative nature wasn’t lost on him, though he had long since resigned himself to her antics.</p>
<p>Minutes later, as his father and stepmother retreated to the dining room, Aeezad rose abruptly and exited without a word, his frustration building. Sliding into his car, he sped away, his thoughts once again spiraling. Yet, a phone call to someone he referred to as <em>real mom</em> brought an unexpected smile to his face, momentarily lightening his mood as her soothing voice reassured him that, no matter the turmoil in his life, some bonds remained unshakable.***<br><br></p>
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<p>A 10-minute journey brought him to an awe-inspiring mansion with a golden-colored gate, immediately signaling wealth and affluence. A single honk was enough for the gate to open as the guards recognized the car, adorned with the AS and ARMY insignia. He drove in, parked in the designated space, and stepped out with a smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. It had been nearly two months since he last saw her; their interactions were limited to calls due to his work commitments. Even in his busiest moments, he never failed to communicate with her, consulting her on everything from decisions to clothing choices.</p>
<p>As he entered, the staff greeted him warmly, bowing respectfully. He reciprocated their greetings with a cheerful demeanor, though he suddenly felt as though he was being watched. Turning towards the window, he caught sight of her gazing at him.</p>
<p>"Wow! You're always beautiful; even a queen should greet you with respect, Momma," he muttered softly, ensuring no one else could hear. Smiling, she moved away from the window, leaving him momentarily captivated.</p>
<p>"First Darling…" he murmured, clutching his chest where his heart raced uncontrollably. Every time he saw her, his emotions overwhelmed him, a love and admiration deeper than he had ever known. Without finishing the greetings with the household staff, he walked into the main living room, greeting loudly as he opened the door.</p>
<p>She stood leaning against the wall, wearing a stunning red material gown adorned with green and golden floral patterns. His gaze traveled from her feet to her face, and he whispered in awe, <em>"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirraji'un!"</em> Her beauty was divine, striking enough to captivate anyone. She was fair-skinned with a flawless, rosy complexion, delicate features, and perfectly shaped eyes that sparkled with an alluring depth. Her slender figure had all the right curves in proportion, and though she looked 32, she could easily pass for someone in her 20s.</p>
<p>"You were watching me through the window, weren’t you, Mom?" teased Aeezad with a playful grin. Nabeelah said nothing, smiling instead and moving gracefully to sit on one of the royal chairs in the living room.</p>
<p>"First Darling," she greeted softly, her voice like a melody. Aeezad felt warmth surge through him, and he approached her with an affectionate look.</p>
<p>He sat on the carpet, resting his head on her lap, and suddenly broke into tears like a child. This startled Nabeelah, and she instinctively began soothing him, her heart breaking at the sight of his vulnerability.</p>
<p>"Please don’t cry, my child. Your tears pierce my heart deeply," she whispered, stroking his hair gently. Her voice was a mix of compassion and urgency, reflecting her strong bond with him.</p>
<p>"Tell me what’s troubling you. Who has hurt my Aeezad?" she asked, leaning forward with concern.</p>
<p>Between sobs, Aeezad began pouring out his frustrations. "Mommy, what Na’eema is doing to me, is it fair? It’s been two years of marriage, and she’s never stayed at my home for a full month. She’s always running off to Mommy's house or abroad, saying she's helping her with business. And Mommy supports her, telling her not to have children so it doesn’t disrupt their business. I feel so disrespected! Even when I express my frustrations, Na’eema brushes me off, saying her mother is more important than me.”</p>
<p>His voice broke as he continued, "I regret marrying her. She doesn’t respect me, and Mommy controls everything about our marriage. I’m tired, Mommy. I’m really tired."</p>
<p>Nabeelah listened attentively, her heart aching for him. She tried to calm him, her voice steady and soothing. "First, as I always say, patience is key. Marriage requires endurance and understanding. Hajiya Mommy is like a mother to you; you must approach her with respect and diplomacy. Please don’t let this stress affect you; it hurts me deeply to see you like this."</p>
<p>"But Mommy," Aeezad interrupted, "how much patience can one have? You made me end things with Esther because you said it wasn’t right. I listened to you, but now look where I am. I’m going back to Esther—I can’t continue like this!"</p>
<p>At the mention of Esther, Nabeelah’s demeanor changed. Her previously calm face grew stern, and she reprimanded him sharply. "Zina? You want to go back to fornication, Aeezad? Have you forgotten the consequences of such actions? No! You’re not going back to her. This isn’t about mere pleasure; this is your life and your responsibility as a man!"</p>
<p>Her strong tone silenced him momentarily. Though firm, her love for him was evident in every word. For Nabeelah, Aeezad’s well-being was paramount, and she would do whatever it took to guide him back on the right path.</p>
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