ABUJA, NIGERIA.
"Have you seen the way he was looking at her? Have you seen how much he didn't want to let her go when she sat him down? He was smitten and didn't want to let her go! It was so embarrassing that I wanted to bury myself deep into the soil at that moment. All his attention was on her the whole night, he couldn't even dance with me without glancing at her every five fucking seconds!" Zara thundered, her heart soaring in the pits of volcano while her hands tremble with the need to strangle someone's neck, hopefully that person should be Bushra Amani!
"Calm down, Sis." Jiddah begged from beside her as she gets dressed for the day ahead of them which is the dinner they have been looking forward to, if she continues been a banshee they won't enjoy a bit of it.
Their sister has been ranting about the event, Kamu which Bushra accompanied Mika'il to and the media won't keep quite about it seeing something unique. It's not everyday that you get to see a man accompanied by his first wife to go to his second wife's wedding event. She has stunned everyone around the place, it was a sudden heavy impact that rendered everyone speechless, even herself. She knew her husband loves his first wife but not to that extent that will have him come to the event together with her.
Their relationship is quite unique not to forget the pictures she uploaded earlier that morning before he left for their knot tying which is enough to ruin her whole day. She has no right to be mad about their relationship since she is clearly the sour thumb in there. But what can she do when everyone is against her wedding with the love of her life while everyone is siding with Bushra Amani against new wife. She hates everyone in the media for not siding with her but she hates Bushra Amani more.
And Bushra's message to her husband that morning before he left. "If this is for the best, then I wish you all the luck of this day, Maan. I hope you find another source of happiness if she is the great one for you. A test shall be sent to each slave of Allah and it's up to that slave to pass it with flying colours. But I know that you are by my side and we shall pass through with glistening lights illuminating our way. May Allah bless you and grant his blessings on all your affairs. Your Beyoncé loves you."
That message went viral in less than thirty minutes as many popular accounts kept reposting it while her celebrities friends praise her for being strong. If she doesn't know the slightest about Bushra Amani, she would've thought that she is doing it for fame but the woman is almost too pure for her own good and it annoys Zara. How can she compete with such pious person who has all the husband's attention? Even the blind could see the love he has for her, even the deaf and dumb could understand the depth feelings he blindly has for his wife.
It's really messing with her head seeing the things her Aunties have done isn't working on Mika'il. They said they went to some sorcerer and paid a huge amount of money which they collected from her. They advised her about it when she complained that they are back together. Immediately, they told her about the sorcerer that works like magic so she is still waiting to see what the night ahead awaits. She would want to see how he reacts upon seeing her in her beautiful gown sewn by his so called lovely wife Bushra Amani.
She will make sure she takes his attention today and side with the fact that he was smitten by his wife before the knot was tied and now that it is tied, he loves her like his life. She can't afford to look stupid there when her co-wife is mingling around with a wide smile, not happening.
"Calm down? Calm down you say? How can I calm down when I have so much in my plate right now? I'm busy doing nothing when my marriage is not even filled with anything but anguish. Not even an ounce of happiness has poured out from it, I can't deal with this." She groaned when she heard the knock on her door then signalled Hanan who has been quite the whole time to open it.
The makeup artists stood behind the door shuffling on their feet while feeling the tension suffocating the room in tight leash. Zara knew she cannot trust anyone but this is a public matter which makes her care less about what they say outside. She is going to be judged whether she says it or not and one snap of her finger, she will have them begging for their lives so they better not ramble a thing out of her room. They should know not to mess with the daddy's girl.
"Come in." She gritted out then made her way to sit on the stool, still in her white robe nothing underneath except her undergarments.
One man and two women hurried into the room, all of them taking their stands to start grooming the President's daughter for the great night ahead of them knowing everything needs to be perfectly done. A mistake can cost their life maybe even with their families from the rumours they've heard. If not that the pay is good enough for everyone to drop what he or she is doing, they wouldn't have dropped their feet there.
The man not older than twenty five started with her hair. After straightening her not so long dark hair turning it to shoulder length, he removed the grease attachment from the paper bag he brought with him and started placing it how it won't dare to fall off like he did for the past week but got strict warning not to let anything wrong happen that night or his family will receive his head in a platter. Today is the last event and she is now a married woman, nothing could go wrong. He needs to be extremely cautious with this one.
One of the women just finished cleaning her face with wipes, looking extra careful all the while taking her time so the President's daughter won't feel like she is doing anything wrong. She's worked for so many bratty children to know just how to get them off her back which is by taking extra time in little things just to make them feel secure about what she is doing. If she is to finish it fast, they are going to criticise her so taking her time is what she did.
The other woman is fixing beads around her henna covered hands and legs so it will glisten under the chandelier in the hall. She is also going to fix long nails for her which is polished silver all the more attention seeking. Everything about her is either white or silver with touch of gold accessories which is made especially for her to show off her father's wealth. She works for no one and gets money monthly from some company, she is rich without having to work.
"Now what do we do if something like that happens tonight?" Hanan asked, already getting into her wine coloured gown which was also sewn by the famous Bushra Amani who is now nothing short of their rival.
Her gown is sewn into a straight pencil gown not enhancing any invisible curve making her look like a pencil except for the bust which is not really that sight to see. But she still looks beautiful since it's Bushra Amani that sew it. The sleeves are in cape that sweep around the floor she passed like a tail while the neckline is simple high neck to close the bones around her upper chest. She's going to match it all up with gold accessories like her other siblings, onyx Gucci lobster claw heels, matching clutch which she isn't going to hold after settling in the hall.
"I don't think that will happen today since you guys are now married you can do anything without the media poking it's haram halal stuff." Jiddah commented, looking at herself in the mirror seeing her girdle sitting well inside her fitted gown.
Hers is sewn in fitted gown, more like mermaid. She had to fix her girdle for it to look more beautiful on her since her tummy is not something she is proud of but is too lazy to work it out, she'd rather keep suffocating herself with girdles, she has so many. While her neckline is scoop closing her enormous bust and the sleeves are Marie, just good combination to rock her sister's wedding. Same gold accessories, grease Shein pouch and Louis Vuitton cone heels adorn her legs. The exact opposite of Hanan who has the curves nowhere.
Their sister was done some hours later and is featuring her white gown. It is sewn in Princess gown, too much lace adorn her from below her burst down to the floor where at least eight inches of pure expensive white lace is trailing behind her. Her hair is only closed with a unique bonnet that left her hair half open where beautiful silver hairpins are pinned. The net of the bonnet fell to the left side of her chest, closing half her face just like she's seen in some celebrities.
The silver Walter Steiger stilettoes closed her elegant feet that is covered with henna and in her hand is Marc Jacobs silver clutch. All in all, she looks beautiful and not herself because of the silver glitters glistening her face.
"Daddy, I hope you are going to be there today. Your baby is married and you didn't even bother going to any of the events." Zara whined into the phone as she awaits Mika'il's arrival.
"Princess, I will be there but I'm not sure if I can make it early but will definitely be there. I can't disappoint you! I will have all my meetings adjoined to tomorrow, anything for you." And he hung up when they exchanged some small I love you.
"You look handsome, baby." She smiled at Mika'il as soon as her feet landed outside the house where he is waiting for her with his friends beside him, there are five of them three which are her co-wife's brothers.
"So do you." He gave her a kiss on the cheek which has her turning into a mushy gooey, that takes away so much trouble from his chest because he feels like he is already favoring Amani and that is against his religion.
"Let's go, Aunty Farhana has been calling me." He nodded and offered his hand to her which she eagerly accepted and gave her sisters a side glance that says, can you see what I'm seeing.
The look that said, I have won today.
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Amani stared at her brothers wearing their army green camo outfit like they are ready to go on a war but they look handsome in that outfit. They know how much they get attention after wearing such outfit which is the reason why they wanted to wear it, they were determined to go along with Murad's plan. No one can even escape Murad's plan no matter what that person thinks of himself, not even their parents could slip past anything he has planned which is exactly what happened to them when he explained their plan to them.
When Amani ask him what his plan is, he said since he, Mujahid and Mujaddad are Mika'il's best friends, they need to go and take him to the hall and even escort him inside as groomsmen then few minutes later, they will leave the hall and come back to get her. They are going to take her to the event hall acting like bodyguards, something she is not but looking forward to. They've already accompanied her husband inside with his new wife then will change their clothes and come get her.
Now that she even let the thought of them entering together, they are going to really quell a lot of breaths in that place. Is that what she wants? Oh heck yes, she wants to make Zara suffer and jealous even before she steps into her threshold just so she can underline the difference between the one Mika'il is in love with and the one he is marrying out of convenience, or is it even a must and mistake? She just wants to make sure she regrets every bit of her action.
She couldn't turn down Murad's suggestion when he planned everything with her she just told him that she will think about it then later on, she agreed to it when Zara tried acting all mistress slave with her. She wanted to take everything easy and not to come off as those too jealous co-wives and give people things to talk about but now, she is going to do everything without regret. She should wait for what she's planned for the next day first, she'd be shocked.
Everything about the wedding looks preplanned when she didn't know about it till it was twenty one days before but everything is scheduled. She is just waiting for the next day when the reins will be in her hands to turn them around whenever, wherever or whomever she wants. There is going to be trouble, she won't be those nice co-wives. She is done being nice, it always leads to one's destruction. She might try being civil, not nice though!
"You guys are going to enter first while we stay behind with her." Murad said to the girls standing behind Amani and that sprawled out a smile like a hidden message.
"Oh we know just what to do but give us time to set that stage on fire before coming in." Kauthar commented leading them all out of the house to the waiting cars just few steps ahead of them, sirens blaring.
She could see two of those cars with sirens blaring making her ears bleed but won't regret having that as her escort as she is about to ruin her rival's day, she can't wait for the day to unravel. If everything goes as planned, Zara is going to fall to her knees in tears before the wedding is over, not literally but she will drain her emotionally that she will regret marrying another woman's man in the name of love.
Amani settled herself in the white 2020 Volkswagen Jetta which sat in the middle of four escorts. In all the cars, the one she is entering is the only white one. She, Mujahid, Mujaddad and Murad are inside while her friends are inside the cars before them. And just like that, they started driving to the venue while her brothers make some calls all because they are ready to quell everyone in that event. Amani is so eager for the night to come to an end and see who is going to win between her and Zara.
The war is just about to start, very soon everyone will know who the winner is.
Hiya!
It's been long since I last updated ba? A week or so right, I'm sorry about that. Anywaysssss, the bomb is yet to explode o, wait for it in the next chapter. And o have started a new book too named MARRIED TO AN INFERNO, check it out in my account pweetttyy please and drop your comment though the first chapter is coming on 1st December in Shaa Allah....
RQ; Would you rather be known as daddy's girl or an independent woman? Independent obviously, you?
Sayonara💀