Shareef Book 1 Sexyboy Complete Hausa Novel

Malam Sama'ila Abashe was a resident of Zaria, in the Kofan Kibo area. His profession was driving heavy trucks, working under Dangote’s fleet. As a result, he was often away for extended periods, sometimes staying out for over three months before returning home. For a long time, he remained unmarried, and it wasn't until he was about forty years old that he married. His wife, whom he married at home, was a widow and also a relative. She had never given birth during her previous marriage, and after her husband's death, Sama'ila expressed his desire to marry her.
Everyone in the family rejoiced since Sama'ila had never talked about marriage before. Even when women were proposed to him, he would flee to Lagos to avoid pressure. He consistently dodged the topic of marriage until, as they say, “marriage happens at its destined time.” Sama'ila eventually found his wife, Samira, and married her.
Their marriage was modest but blessed, as Allah had provided Sama'ila with a means of income through his trucking business and other buying and selling activities. He had also built a new house in Kofan Kibo, where they settled peacefully without any quarrels. They respected and supported each other, and Samira even engaged in petty trading of cooking items. Since their marriage, Sama'ila reduced the duration of his trips, staying away for only about a month or so. Their harmonious life together became admired by all.
However, their challenge was childlessness. Two years into their marriage, Samira had not conceived, even though Sama'ila longed to have children now that he felt time was passing him by. Samira began to worry, knowing that the issue might be from her, as she had not conceived in her previous marriage. Although Sama'ila never openly said anything hurtful, his longing for children was evident in his demeanor.
One day, Samira initiated a conversation, suggesting he take another wife, as she believed it was unfair for him to remain childless. Initially, Sama'ila refused, but after about half a year of her persistence, he reluctantly agreed to look for a second wife.
Soon, he found a young woman named Bilkisu, a student at ABU Samaru. Their courtship began during her holiday visit to relatives in Kano. Although Bilkisu’s parents wanted her to finish her studies first, Sama'ila was eager and arranged their wedding date.
The wedding was celebrated joyously, and Bilkisu moved in with them. Remarkably, Samira welcomed her like a younger sister rather than a co-wife, given the age difference. Bilkisu reciprocated with respect, treating Samira like a mother. Their harmony became a topic of admiration.
Soon, Bilkisu conceived, and the news brought immense joy. After five months of pregnancy, they went for a hospital checkup, and everything was fine. Samira, being supportive, relieved Bilkisu of household chores, ensuring her well-being during the pregnancy.
Bilkisu gave birth to a baby boy who was the spitting image of his father. Their joy was immense, as it felt like the family had never experienced childbirth before. Sama'ila named his son Ahmad, expressing his heartfelt gratitude to Allah.
However, tragedy struck. The day before the naming ceremony, Sama'ila left for a job, despite initial reluctance. Sadly, he died in a tragic accident, and his body could not even be recovered. The news devastated the family. Samira collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, where it was discovered she was seven months pregnant. She gave birth to a baby girl, Hafsah, amidst the chaos.
The family faced a challenging period, with Bilkisu eventually remarrying and moving on with her son Ahmad. Samira, on the other hand, dedicated herself to raising Hafsah, declining any proposals for remarriage due to her past losses.
Over the years, Hafsah grew up under Samira’s loving care, completed her education, and got married. However, she faced her own challenges, including delays in childbirth and navigating life in her husband's rural home, where she eventually settled. Despite the odds, Hafsah had four children, and her family grew steadily over time.
Ahmad, too, married and had children, continuing the family legacy. The two siblings, Ahmad and Hafsah, maintained a close bond, supporting each other as they navigated their lives.
This story reflects resilience, love, and the enduring bonds of family amidst life's trials. 
He was sitting on his office chair, headphones over his ears as he skillfully and passionately worked on the computer in front of him. He was dressed in an all-white suit, inside and out, with everything about him exuding neatness—except for his well-trimmed hair, which was stylishly groomed.
Someone was knocking at the door, but he didn’t hear it due to the music blasting in his headphones. Occasionally, he nodded his head to the rhythm. The persistent knocking continued until the person outside, clearly out of patience, opened the door and walked in. It was his personal assistant (PA), holding a stack of files. Even then, he remained unaware, lost in his work and the music.
The PA, knowing his boss’s habit of wearing headphones, walked over to the desk and tapped on it lightly. This caught his attention, and he raised his piercingly bright, milk-like eyes to meet the PA’s without saying a word.
The PA smiled respectfully and said, “Well done, sir.”
He slowly removed his hands from the keyboard and placed them on his headphones, pulling them down to rest around his neck. His gaze remained fixed on the PA, waiting for him to speak.
“Sir, I’ve completed the files,” the PA began. “Also, there’s a meeting; everyone’s gathered, but you’ve been quiet and haven’t shown up.”
Instead of responding verbally, he glanced at his wristwatch, closed his eyes briefly, and leaned back against the chair with a tired expression. His soft voice, reflective of his calm demeanor, broke the silence: “I forgot.” He sighed, his tired eyes showing a hint of drowsiness. Rising, he said, “You can leave now; I’ll be there shortly,” as he headed to the bathroom.
“Okay,” the PA said, leaving the files on the desk before exiting.
He didn’t take long in the bathroom and was soon back at his desk, picking up a handkerchief to wipe his hands. Just as he was about to turn away, his phone rang. Glancing at it, he scratched his beard thoughtfully before breaking into a smile that revealed his deep dimples. Picking up the phone, he walked to the window, answering in a soft tone, “Sweetheart.” His voice was barely audible, except to the person on the other end.
After a brief silence, he spoke again. “I’m sorry; work kept me busy, and I couldn’t call.” He drew the curtains aside, looking outside. “Alright, what’s the news?” he asked, though his tone suggested he was more of a listener. After a prolonged pause, he ended the call without saying much more.
As he turned to leave the office, his phone rang again. This time, he silenced it, slipped it into his pocket, and walked out, his face devoid of any cheerfulness—a common trait, as his smiles were reserved for very few people.
He headed straight to the conference hall for the meeting, spending over thirty minutes there before returning to his office. On entering, his gaze fell on her.
She was sitting in his chair, wearing his suit jacket draped over her shoulders. She paired it with a black straight skirt and a silky white blouse with neatly designed sleeves, and a white veil adorned her radiant face.
It was Haseena—his Haseena. A young woman of about 22 years, she was someone Shareef held dear, second only to his parents. Her beauty was undeniable, a rare kind that left men in awe. With a radiant complexion enhanced by light makeup, she exuded an elegance nurtured by her parents’ immense love and care. Being one of two children, she grew up pampered, doing as she pleased. Fate had brought her and Shareef together, and their love for each other was unmatched. Her parents were aware of their relationship, though his parents were yet to know. He planned to inform them soon, as he was ready to take their relationship to the next level—marriage.
Her face lit up with a smile as he walked in. Rising, she said, “Welcome, my dear. I’ve been waiting for you.” She approached him and hugged him tightly before planting a kiss on his lips.
Not letting her pull away, he leaned in, their lips meeting again as she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. They remained like that for several moments, lost in their world of love.
Finally, he pulled back, gazing at her with an intensity only she could inspire. She, too, looked at him with adoration, though her expression shifted to a playful pout as she said, “Why did you hang up on me earlier?”
Taking her hand in his, intertwining their fingers, he replied softly, “I told you I don’t want you to leave. Why can’t you stay, for my happiness?”
She pouted further. “Please let me go. It’s just two years of studies, and I promise to return. Once I’m back, we can get married.”
He sighed deeply before responding, “That’s not what I want, Haseena. You know how much I need you right now. I can’t wait two years without marrying you. Please reconsider.”
“But my dad insists I go to study abroad; I can’t defy him. I’ve already given you everything, and you refused to accept. What more do you want me to do? We love each other. Why not let’s enjoy life before marriage? Please, dear, I need you.”
“Haseena,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers. She couldn’t respond, as he rarely called her by her name. Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to fall.
Shaking his head, he said gently, “I don’t want you to cry, sweetheart. I love you and would never want anything to harm you. I don’t want us to engage in anything unlawful. Do you want us to commit a sin?”
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “But we love each other, and you’re the one I’ll marry. Why can’t you understand?”
“Shhh,” he whispered, wiping her tears with both hands. “When are you leaving?”
“Later tonight, at ten.”
He smiled warmly, his dimples deepening, and she placed her hand on his cheek, returning the smile.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her hand. “I’ll miss you dearly. My heart will ache in your absence, but I’ll wait until you return. Two years will pass like two days. I’ll come to your house later to see you off to the airport.”
She threw herself into his arms, saying, “I love you so much, dear. Don’t ever betray me. I couldn’t bear it.”
Gently patting her back, he whispered comforting words into her ear, making her smile amidst her tears. Their embrace deepened, but he soon pulled away, aware of the boundaries he wanted to maintain.
Despite the overwhelming feelings between them, Shareef refrained from crossing the line, determined to honor their relationship and his faith. Though Haseena often offered him her complete trust, he firmly believed their intimacy should be reserved for after their marriage—a moment he eagerly awaited.
For now, he resolved to wait, cherishing their love and the hope of a future together.