Ajmal Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

One of the bedrooms downstairs near the living room—the same place where Nisha’s belongings had earlier been arranged—was entered. She had two bedrooms on the ground floor, and all her things were inside. Nisha was led in, following them wherever they took her, and Salma followed along as well.

They sat her gently on her soft bed. Nisha sat quietly with her head lowered, anxiety churning in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall, but she held them back as they stubbornly clung there.

Aunty and Grandma Rabi comforted her deeply with advice and soothing words before leaving her alone with Salma. The moment Nisha sensed that they had gone, she pulled off her face veil and collapsed onto Salma’s thighs, breaking into quiet, suppressed sobs. Only now did the tears finally come.

Salma began to console her until Nisha lifted her head and sat up, looking at her.

“Please stop wasting your tears,” Salma said, “because today is your day, and this is the most precious night of your life—one you’ll never forget.”

“Salma, if I say I’m happy about this day, I’ll be lying,” Nisha said painfully. “My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.”

“Please, don’t say that,” Salma replied gently. “Calm yourself, compose your heart, and face your married life. Accept every responsibility and duty Allah has placed upon you. Follow your husband and love what he loves, even if it’s not something you naturally love.”

Salma spoke tenderly, and Nisha leaned her head on Salma’s shoulder, releasing a deep sigh. Her eyes wandered around the beautifully decorated room, everything arranged peacefully. They sat like that for a long time, Salma continuously calming Nisha.

Then they heard greetings coming from the living room. Nisha’s eyes widened in alarm until Salma quickly pulled Nisha’s veil back over her face, saying,

“Adjust yourself and get ready. Let me go and check.”

Salma fixed her own veil as well and stepped out toward the living room. There she saw Kamal, dressed in elegant traditional attire, looking strikingly handsome like a groom himself, standing with Muhaiseen, who was also well dressed. They stood in the middle of the living room holding large shopping bags, which they placed on top of the table.

“Aww, so it’s the groom himself,” Salma said with a smile. Kamal and the others laughed, and Kamal said,

“Sorry to disturb you. We just brought a message. But we don’t want to delay the bride’s happiness—the man is waiting outside. He called your phone, but you didn’t pick up.”

“Okay, but I don’t want to leave Nisha alone,” Salma replied. “It’s already late, and when I came in with Farima, I thought you were with her groom.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Kamal said. “He hasn’t gone far. He’ll come soon. Just hurry up and don’t keep him waiting.”

“Alright then, let me say goodbye to her first,” Salma said.

She quickly turned and returned to the bedroom. Shortly after, Kamal and the others also left.

When Salma returned, she found Nisha exactly as she had left her. She picked up her handbag and slung it over her shoulder.

“I’m heading out now,” Salma said, looking at Nisha. “My husband is waiting. We’ll talk on the phone.”

“Who came in just now?” Nisha asked softly.

“It was Kamal. They brought a message, and it seems your groom is on the way. And as for me, I should leave so I don’t block the road,” Salma teased.

To her surprise, Nisha suddenly grabbed Salma’s hands and stood up, pulling back her veil. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears ready to fall.

“Please, I’m scared. Don’t leave me,” Nisha pleaded, her eyes roaming around the room anxiously.

Salma smiled at her words and shook her head gently.

“Don’t embarrass me. What are you afraid of? Your groom will be here any moment. I’m sure he’s already on the way. Don’t trouble your heart.”

As she spoke, Salma guided Nisha back to sit down, adding,