SAWUN GIWA 2 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL by Autar alheri

"Yes, of course, I truly love that girl with intense passion, but I feel too shy to approach her with a confession of love because she greatly respects me. But now, I can no longer bear it; I must reveal to her how much she means to me." "Hmm, well, that's up to you, but keep in mind that if you hesitate because of shyness, she might slip away from you one day. Just express your love to her openly." "In shaa Allah, I will, Khamis," he said, after which they resumed their work.
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Saudiya
As usual, she walked in slowly, dressed in an outfit that irresistibly drew attention. Her deliberate steps exuded elegance, and every movement of her body seemed to mirror the rapid beating of his heart. His bright, feline-like eyes widened as he watched her God-given beauty. Suddenly, his eyes welled up, as though tears were gathering. He released a deep sigh as her sweet voice reached his ears, calling his name.
"My Sheikhhh," she said, her warm breath tickling his ear.
Sheikh Sudais extended his hand to pull her closer, but she sidestepped, laughing, revealing her sparkling white teeth. He frowned and clasped his hands in a pleading gesture. Raising an eyebrow, she smirked mischievously, her eyes sparkling as she swayed her hips teasingly.
"Ohhh, ya Rabb," escaped his lips as he gripped his manhood that seemed to have a mind of its own. In a shaky voice, he begged, "Please, don’t leave me!"
She stopped abruptly, turned, and smiled while shaking her full, rounded chest provocatively. The shape of her nipples was visible through her dress.
"Ya Salaam…ahhhh, please help me, my Butti. Don't goooo!" he pleaded.
She smiled wider, turned away, and swayed her hips seductively as she walked. Unable to control himself, Sheikh Sudais jumped off the bed, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his body against hers, trembling as he whispered, "I love your body, my Butti, I love it…"
Maisoon placed her soft hand on his chest, running it over his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine. But just as he was about to give in entirely, he woke up, startled, realizing it was all a dream.
"Innalillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un," he muttered repeatedly, shocked at the vividness of the dream. He was not used to such dreams, as he had always avoided illicit relations and strived to remain righteous. But why did he dream of her in this way? Only Allah knows.
After sitting for a while, he took a bath and prepared for his day.
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The text continues with vivid and descriptive interactions, including Sheikh Sudais's routine, conversations with family members, and a medical visit, all intertwined with themes of self-restraint, allure, and internal conflict. 
“Why? That’s the question he kept asking himself… Maisoon also stared at him for a moment, feeling her heart pounding hard due to his overwhelming presence. She quickly averted her gaze from him. 'Assalamualaikum, Good morning, Sheikh,' she greeted.
'Wa'alaikissalam,' he responded with his sweet voice, causing Maisoon to instinctively close her beautiful eyes. He pointed to a seat for Dr. Hareesh without directly responding to his greetings. Dr. Hareesh respectfully took the seat and began explaining the purpose of their visit. The Sheikh listened attentively, but half of his attention was on Maisoon, who had a displeased expression and did not even bother to greet him or sit down. Nevertheless, he hoped they would finish quickly and leave his office before his heart would beat out of control.
When Dr. Hareesh finished his explanation, the Sheikh nodded gently and said in a calm voice, 'Alright, no problem. I will come now. You can proceed with what you need to do, and may Allah grant her healing.' Dr. Hareesh responded with a cheerful 'Ameen,' happy to receive the Sheikh's approval, as he knew the Sheikh was reluctant to attend to her despite being their family doctor. Dr. Hareesh stood, bade him farewell, and turned to Maisoon, saying, 'Let’s go, Mom’s beloved.' Without saying anything, she turned to leave the office.
'Wait.'
She paused at the sound of his soothing voice, though it made her heart race. Dr. Hareesh, hearing the Sheikh call out, thought it was directed at him. The Sheikh signaled that he wasn’t calling him but Maisoon instead. Dr. Hareesh quickly left, silently praying she wouldn’t act rudely toward the Sheikh.
Maisoon closed her eyes tightly, feeling her heart pounding, yet she found herself obeying his command and standing still.
For nearly 10 minutes, she stood without him saying a word, as he focused on his work. When he finally looked up, he glanced at her once before speaking calmly, 'What’s your name?'
The unexpected question took her by surprise, and she hesitated before softly responding in a gentle voice, 'Maisoon.'
A strange shiver ran down Sheikh Sudais’ body at the sound of her voice. He closed his eyes briefly and repeated her name softly, 'Maisoon.' Then he said, 'It’s a beautiful and meaningful name, one that befits the righteous.'
They fell into silence again, and just as Maisoon was about to leave, he said, 'You have a great name, but why do you treat people rudely?'
Surprised, she turned to look at him, but he continued his work as though he hadn’t said anything. Seeing her confusion, he asked, 'Are you surprised? Didn’t you slap the security guard at the king’s residence, someone much older than you? And didn’t you act rudely to Anty Sauratt as well?'
It was then Maisoon realized what he was referring to. She pouted slightly, rolled her eyes, and tried to speak up with defiance but felt overwhelmed by his aura. Finally, she said, 'Well, whatever I did to them, they deserved it. I have no connection to them for them to meddle in my affairs.'
Sheikh Sudais fell silent again, studying her small lips as she spoke, and found himself deeply affected by her presence. With restraint, he asked, 'If they provoked you, what have I done to deserve you disturbing my peace?' He removed his glasses as he said this.
Maisoon’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at him. Just as she was about to respond, there was a knock on the door, and she kept silent. The Sheikh calmly put his glasses back on and granted permission for the person to enter.
A doctor entered and respectfully informed him, 'Sir, the preparations for the surgery are complete; they are waiting for you.'
'Okay, I’m coming,' he replied softly. The doctor left, and Maisoon quickly headed to Dr. Hareesh’s office, avoiding further interaction with the Sheikh but carrying his words heavily in her heart.
She accompanied Dr. Hareesh to the theater room, and shortly after they entered, Sheikh Sudais joined them in his professional attire. The other doctors greeted him respectfully, giving way for him to pass. Maisoon, however, did not even look his way as her mind was preoccupied with his earlier words.
The surgery was a success, and Sheikh Sudais displayed remarkable skill, with Maisoon assisting him alongside Dr. Fu’at. Dr. Hareesh and the others observed from the side, impressed by his expertise. After the operation, Maisoon changed out of her scrubs and hurried out, prompting Dr. Hareesh to hand her his car keys, knowing she wouldn’t wait for him.