Razhdeen and Roshan were seated in the grand royal living hall, sitting side by side on an elegant three-seater sofa that was truly impressive.
His Royal Highness fixed his gaze on them, smiling broadly as he rose from his chair. He was extremely happy to see Razhdeen. With a smile on his face, he said:
“Honestly, I was very happy when your father informed me that you were on your way. But I was greatly surprised when I heard that you had returned to Nigeria and stayed for two whole months without setting foot here until now. And now, it is only because of your wedding that you have come…”
Roshan smiled and replied,
“Uncle, please forgive us, honestly things just got mixed up for us…”
His Royal Highness said,
“I already knew that was what you would say. But truly, you should put things right, because family ties are important…”
With his head bowed, Roshan said,
“Insha’Allah, Uncle. Please forgive us…”
His Royal Highness replied,
“Alright then, no problem. May Allah bless you.”
Then he asked,
“When exactly is your wedding?”
Roshan slightly raised his head and answered,
“It’s in five days’ time. But I will be the only one getting married; the twins will not.”
His Royal Highness turned to look at Uncle Deen and said,
“Why? Razhdeen!”
Uncle Deen lifted his head and looked at His Royal Highness, saying,
“Uncle…”
His Royal Highness asked,
“You won’t speak?”
With difficulty, Razhdeen moved his lips and replied briefly,
“I am.”
His Royal Highness said,
“I’ve been talking all this while and you haven’t said anything. What is stopping you from getting married?”
Before His Royal Highness could finish his statement, Hajia Maamie interrupted him, saying,
“How can you ask him that when you are the ones who stopped him?”
They all looked up at her in surprise. She did not even greet them, and it was obvious she had been listening to all their conversation.
His Royal Highness said,
“Come on, servant of Allah, at least you should greet…”
She shot him a sharp, frustrated glare and said,
“There’s no need for greetings when you’re about to rub dust into my eyes.
By Allah, Your Royal Highness, because of your lack of sincerity, we already agreed that Razhdeen and Ramlat would be joined together, and if possible, their wedding would be held on the same day. Yet now you’re asking him what is stopping him from getting married? So who do you think he will marry then?”
His Royal Highness shook his head and said,
“Maamie, isn’t it better to wait and see how the game ends?
Just wait and see my move. What I’m planning is the same thing—I also want their weddings to be held together.”
Hajia Maamie shrugged and said,
“Well, if my happiness truly matters, I’ll go and send Ramlat to come so they can meet each other.”
With that, she walked away.
His Royal Highness lowered his head and silently admired Maamie’s bold courage.
Razhdeen had not fully understood what they were talking about. He turned to look at Roshan. Coincidentally, Roshan was also looking at him. They stared at each other in confusion, not understanding what was meant by pairing Razhdeen with Ramlat.
When they realized they still didn’t understand what was going on, they both turned their gaze back to His Royal Highness, whose head was still lowered.
Roshan broke the silence and said,
“Uncle, what exactly is happening? I can see you’re troubled…”
His Royal Highness slowly raised his head and looked at them, then asked,
“Does Razhdeen have someone he loves?”
He directed the question to Roshan, thinking he would be more likely to answer.
Roshan replied,
“Honestly, Uncle, I don’t know anything about that. You can ask him yourself—he’s right here. As far as I know, he has never had a girlfriend, and up till now, there’s no one.”
Before Roshan could finish, His Royal Highness stopped him and said,
“That’s enough, Roshan. Everyone knows Razhdeen doesn’t care about women.
Razhdeen, what I want is that your wedding and Roshan’s should be held together. I have already chosen the woman you will marry long ago, since you cannot choose for yourself.”
He finished speaking while staring at Razhdeen, who was also looking at him with a hardened face, showing no sign of joy.
“Who is she?”
Razhdeen asked briefly.
His Royal Highness replied,
“My wife Maamie’s younger sister, Ramlat. She lives here with us.”
Razhdeen shook his head as if to speak, but just then Ramlat entered with greetings on her lips, carrying a tray of covered dishes. She placed it on the glass table at the center of the hall. Moments later, three maidservants entered, each carrying a tray of food. They set them down and left.
Ramlat then sat on the edge of the carpet and greeted them properly. Only Roshan responded; Razhdeen did not even look at her. She was heavily adorned and smelled strongly of perfume, stealing glances at Roshan.
Deep in her heart, she preferred Roshan, because he was gentle, easy-going, and humble. Each of them had a unique kind of beauty bestowed by Allah—none was more handsome than the other. Only Allah truly knows the perfect balance.
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Razhdeen and Roshan were seated in the grand royal living hall, sitting side by side on an elegant three-seater sofa that was truly impressive.
His Royal Highness fixed his gaze on them, smiling broadly as he rose from his chair. He was extremely happy to see Razhdeen. With a smile on his face, he said:
“Honestly, I was very happy when your father informed me that you were on your way. But I was greatly surprised when I heard that you had returned to Nigeria and stayed for two whole months without setting foot here until now. And now, it is only because of your wedding that you have come…”
Roshan smiled and replied,
“Uncle, please forgive us, honestly things just got mixed up for us…”
His Royal Highness said,
“I already knew that was what you would say. But truly, you should put things right, because family ties are important…”
With his head bowed, Roshan said,
“Insha’Allah, Uncle. Please forgive us…”
His Royal Highness replied,
“Alright then, no problem. May Allah bless you.”
Then he asked,
“When exactly is your wedding?”
Roshan slightly raised his head and answered,
“It’s in five days’ time. But I will be the only one getting married; the twins will not.”
His Royal Highness turned to look at Uncle Deen and said,
“Why? Razhdeen!”
Uncle Deen lifted his head and looked at His Royal Highness, saying,
“Uncle…”
His Royal Highness asked,
“You won’t speak?”
With difficulty, Razhdeen moved his lips and replied briefly,
“I am.”
His Royal Highness said,
“I’ve been talking all this while and you haven’t said anything. What is stopping you from getting married?”
Before His Royal Highness could finish his statement, Hajia Maamie interrupted him, saying,
“How can you ask him that when you are the ones who stopped him?”
They all looked up at her in surprise. She did not even greet them, and it was obvious she had been listening to all their conversation.
His Royal Highness said,
“Come on, servant of Allah, at least you should greet…”
She shot him a sharp, frustrated glare and said,
“There’s no need for greetings when you’re about to rub dust into my eyes.
By Allah, Your Royal Highness, because of your lack of sincerity, we already agreed that Razhdeen and Ramlat would be joined together, and if possible, their wedding would be held on the same day. Yet now you’re asking him what is stopping him from getting married? So who do you think he will marry then?”
His Royal Highness shook his head and said,
“Maamie, isn’t it better to wait and see how the game ends?
Just wait and see my move. What I’m planning is the same thing—I also want their weddings to be held together.”
Hajia Maamie shrugged and said,
“Well, if my happiness truly matters, I’ll go and send Ramlat to come so they can meet each other.”
With that, she walked away.
His Royal Highness lowered his head and silently admired Maamie’s bold courage.
Razhdeen had not fully understood what they were talking about. He turned to look at Roshan. Coincidentally, Roshan was also looking at him. They stared at each other in confusion, not understanding what was meant by pairing Razhdeen with Ramlat.
When they realized they still didn’t understand what was going on, they both turned their gaze back to His Royal Highness, whose head was still lowered.
Roshan broke the silence and said,
“Uncle, what exactly is happening? I can see you’re troubled…”
His Royal Highness slowly raised his head and looked at them, then asked,
“Does Razhdeen have someone he loves?”
He directed the question to Roshan, thinking he would be more likely to answer.
Roshan replied,
“Honestly, Uncle, I don’t know anything about that. You can ask him yourself—he’s right here. As far as I know, he has never had a girlfriend, and up till now, there’s no one.”
Before Roshan could finish, His Royal Highness stopped him and said,
“That’s enough, Roshan. Everyone knows Razhdeen doesn’t care about women.
Razhdeen, what I want is that your wedding and Roshan’s should be held together. I have already chosen the woman you will marry long ago, since you cannot choose for yourself.”
He finished speaking while staring at Razhdeen, who was also looking at him with a hardened face, showing no sign of joy.
“Who is she?”
Razhdeen asked briefly.
His Royal Highness replied,
“My wife Maamie’s younger sister, Ramlat. She lives here with us.”
Razhdeen shook his head as if to speak, but just then Ramlat entered with greetings on her lips, carrying a tray of covered dishes. She placed it on the glass table at the center of the hall. Moments later, three maidservants entered, each carrying a tray of food. They set them down and left.
Ramlat then sat on the edge of the carpet and greeted them properly. Only Roshan responded; Razhdeen did not even look at her. She was heavily adorned and smelled strongly of perfume, stealing glances at Roshan.
Deep in her heart, she preferred Roshan, because he was gentle, easy-going, and humble. Each of them had a unique kind of beauty bestowed by Allah—none was more handsome than the other. Only Allah truly knows the perfect balance.