Dubai Book 1 By Fauziyya Tasiu Umar

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Chapter 1: The High-Stakes Meeting & The Call Home

A meeting was underway in a pristine, highly secure, private small conference room. He had traveled all the way from his home country to attend in person due to the supreme importance of the meeting.
Not a single shred of noise could penetrate the room due to the strict security protocols guarding the floor. The individuals inside were of such high stature that an international conflict could break out if anything happened to them—especially the Fleet Admiral present. The entire building was surrounded by heavily armed naval officers in full uniform, a direct indication of the Fleet Admiral's presence. At his level, his life alone was treated with the gravity of an entire nation's security.
Every other meeting and operation in the company had been put on hold from the moment he arrived, and nothing would resume until he departed with good news. From the ground floor elevators upward, his naval officers stood guard, eyes and ears alert to every movement. The elevator itself was locked down until he left the building.
Inside the main meeting room, there were exactly eight participants. He was the ninth, alongside his personal aide—a man whose presence was inseparable from his own, known as the "Fleet Shadow." To see the Fleet Admiral, one usually had to pass through this aide multiple times, and only if he permitted it.
The meeting commenced to forge a powerful bilateral business relationship between two nations—the first of its kind since he assumed his role as Fleet Admiral after years of youthful sacrifice and fierce naval warfare protecting his country's territorial waters.
Flawless, articulate American English echoed through the room. The executives listened intently, absorbing every bit of information with deep respect, acknowledging the pure intellect and expertise being displayed regarding national interests.
Lieutenant Commander (LC) Imran Nifar stood beside his Fleet Admiral. He was the only person standing in the entire room. Out of ultimate respect and security protocols, he never sat down while his superior was present, unless they were completely alone. Calmly, he extended a large iPad, zooming in on specific data points and placing them directly in front of his boss, right next to the nameplate that read: FLEET ADMIRAL OF THE NAVY RAHEEM HAKEEM JEERAH.
After setting it down, LC Imran stepped back into his rigid posture, keeping his eyes on the proceedings. At that moment, Fleet Admiral Raheem Hakeem Jeerah adjusted himself with immense composure and dignity, exuding an intense charisma. He lifted his bright, clear eyes—which looked remarkably more striking than those of men much younger than him—and calmly looked at the screen.
He reviewed the data thoroughly. One by one, international dignitaries of similar standing began giving their remarks and final stances. Raheem listened quietly without looking up until the room fell completely silent. When he finally raised his eyes, everyone's gaze locked onto him. He was a man devoid of fear, hesitation, or weakness—a seasoned veteran of a field where only the strongest men could survive.
When he spoke, his delivery was entirely unique to him. The room fell utterly silent again, captivated by a deep, commanding voice that left no doubt he was a hardcore soldier. His deep voice carried a resonant authority that gave no hint of his true age.
When he concluded his presentation, everyone was fully satisfied. His strategy was adopted, bringing the meeting to an amicable, respectful close as everyone stood up.
LC Imran immediately stepped forward to retrieve the iPad, clearing a path. Those of lower rank saluted Raheem, and he acknowledged them with a respectful wave. He exchanged classy, sophisticated handshakes with his peers—men refined by education and warfare who had reached a level where they could finally enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Imran opened the door with deep respect. As Raheem stepped out, two naval officers immediately fell in line behind him while Imran took his phones off flight mode. At the elevator, they were joined by the Fleet Admiral of China. The two commanders conversed calmly, accompanied by Imran, two Nigerian naval guards, and two Chinese guards.
On the ground floor, security details stood ready. Alongside Fleet Admiral Gou Minqi, they moved towards the exit under tight security. The moment they hit the courtyard, journalists began snapping photos from a distance, kept at bay by the rigid security perimeter. Imran opened the car door, and after a brief farewell to Admiral Gou, Raheem stepped in. The convoy departed.
Imran turned calmly to his superior, holding out a phone, and said respectfully:
"Sir, SIR JEERAH is calling."
Raheem looked at the phone with intense calm. Sir Jeerah, as the world knew him, was his biological father—a legendary former Fleet Admiral whom every naval soldier still spoke of with immense pride. He had been a leader of absolute truth, fierce dedication, and zero tolerance for nonsense—traits that the world now saw mirrored perfectly in his son.
Raheem picked up the phone and placed it to his ear. He spoke with the absolute reverence he reserved only for his parents.
"SIR," he uttered.
Before he could greet him properly, the powerful voice on the other end cut him off with absolute authority:
"Fleet Admiral Raheem Hakeem Jeerah. I believe that besides your duty to the state, you should know there is another duty whose weight you must recognize. There are reasons that justify an exit, and reasons that demand an entry. I need to see you, regardless of how massive the task before you is."
With that, the line went dead. Raheem was left with the phone in hand. He knew that even if it cost him his life, he had to ensure his commander and father's orders were carried out without question.
Without looking at Imran, he simply said:
"SIR wants to see me."
Imran turned to look at Raheem, silently processing the gravity of the words. This meant traveling back to Nigeria—the last place his boss would ever want to visit, given that it was where he had buried a significant part of his soul. Returning meant reopening deeply buried wounds. Imran silently took out his phone to organize the sudden travel arrangements. Only Sir Jeerah held that kind of sway over Fleet Admiral Raheem.
Instead of heading to their temporary lodging, Imran ordered the convoy straight to the airport so they could return home briefly, allowing Raheem to prepare and bid his family farewell.
(Tags: #MAMUH #BEST LOVE #RAHEEM JEERAH #BEST AGE GAP LOVE #ROMANCE #SIR JEERAH #CRAZY COUPLE CHEMISTRY #GANIN IDO2026)

Chapter 2: Return to Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

An all-black Audi Q7 and a matching BMW X5 drove smoothly down the street, transporting the Fleet Admiral back from a trip no one expected him to return from so quickly. Before they even departed California, LC Imran had called ahead, ensuring the vehicles were waiting at the airport.
They headed toward his residence, located in an elite neighborhood primarily housing top-tier naval officers. The neighborhood was strictly zoned by rank, heavily guarded, and secure. It was home to one of the nation's top military assets and his family: Fleet Admiral Raheem Hakeem Jeerah.
Throughout the drive, Imran was on his phone and iPad, clearing Raheem's schedules and coordinating logistics for the Nigeria trip. He made sure that everything required for the Admiral's comfort in Nigeria would be ready before their arrival.
After a short drive, they reached a grand estate bearing a prominent block symbol displaying his rank. The guards immediately stood at attention and saluted as the gates opened. The entire compound fell dead silent in deference.
The cars parked, and the domestic security detail lined up. Imran quickly stepped out to open the door. Raheem stepped out, wearing black Santoni leather Oxford shoes. He exuded an aura of absolute power and walked inside, with Imran following closely behind.
At the main entrance, Imran opened the door, respectfully wishing him a good rest. Imran wouldn't be entering; he needed to head to his own quarters to finalize the abrupt travel arrangements to Nigeria—a place where logistics could be difficult, though made manageable by modern technology and networks.
Inside, the massive living room was the definition of luxury, decorated in soft off-white and deep navy blue. Three maids emerged carrying large serving trays toward the dining room. They froze in surprise upon seeing him, as he rarely returned from trips this early. They quickly bowed their heads respectfully and welcomed him home.
Raheem rarely paid attention to the voices of women, having spent his life surrounded by the booming command voices of military men. To his ears, casual female voices felt like a passing breeze; he preferred sounds that felt like an ocean storm. Only the voices of his mother, his wife, and his daughter truly registered clearly to him; he genuinely struggled to process or care about any others. He bypassed the maids without a word and walked up the staircase.
Upstairs, his private quarters were even more luxurious. His massive bedroom featured a custom bed large enough for four people. His walk-in closet was larger than an average room, packed with elite designer brands, countless shoes, gold and diamond watches, luxury sunglasses, rows of designer fragrances, and high-end apparel.
Across the upper hall, his wife noticed the sudden, deep silence outside—a silence that only happened when the Admiral returned. She walked away from a phone call to look out the window.
Tapping the controls to open the electric curtains, she looked down at the courtyard, saw his vehicles, and realized he was back. She tried calling his phone, but it was still switched off. Sighing softly, she left her living room—which was similarly luxurious but slightly smaller than his—and stepped into the hallway.
The rich, unmistakable scent of Maison Francis Kurkdjian's Baccarat Rouge 540 wafted through the air, signaling his presence. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her entire being swelled with the profound, overwhelming love she had carried for Raheem since her youth. Loving him was her destiny and her joy.
She walked into his bedroom just as he emerged from his illuminated walk-in closet. He was wearing nothing but a large, damp blue towel wrapped around his waist, revealing a highly toned, muscular physique maintained through disciplined fitness habits.
When he raised his striking eyes to meet hers, her heart skipped a beat. Looking at Raheem could ignite a fire in any woman's veins. Smiling warmly, she rushed toward him and said:
"SIR Fleet!"
With a look that sent thrills through her body, he pulled her into a tight, quiet embrace. He let out a long-overdue sigh. He hadn't breathed properly since his father's call, knowing he had to face a country he swore he'd never return to.
Before she could speak, his phone on the table began ringing. The caller ID read: DR. MUM.
Madam Meenah froze upon seeing the name. Raheem let her go, walked to the closet, threw on a luxury bathrobe out of respect for his mother, and answered the call.
He sat down as his mother's voice filled his ears. She was the only person on earth who bypassed all his titles and called him directly by his first name: Abdulraheem. Her voice trembled with heavily suppressed anger and resentment. Before he could even greet her, she commanded:
"I need to see you. We need to face each other."
He exhaled quietly. The hidden truth had evidently exploded, forcing his parents—who had been estranged for decades since their youth—to finally confront things.
She hung up immediately. Raheem set the phone down and stood up. He knew the time for avoiding the past was over. He would fulfill his father's command to visit Nigeria first, and then he would handle his mother's demands.
(Tags: #MAMUH #AGE GAP #JEERAH #BESTLOVE #LOYALTY #FLEET OF THE NAVYS)

Chapter 3: The Daughter's Arrival

Madam Meenah stood quietly. Though she hadn't heard Dr. Mum’s exact words, her husband's rigid posture told her everything she needed to know. She walked over, gently touched his face, and said softly:
"I’ll go set the dining table. You should freshen up first."
She left the room, thrilled that he was back early. She was deeply in love with him and cherished every moment they spent together alongside their only daughter. While Raheem loved his daughter fiercely, nothing compared to the absolute duty and split-tradition respect he maintained for his two parents.
Meenah checked the dining arrangements, then sat in the main living room to wait for him.
About an hour later, a car entered the courtyard. It belonged to FAMMAH JEERAH. Her driver, dressed in a crisp khaki military uniform, opened the door. FammaH stepped out wearing original brown Vince Camuto wedges that complemented her fair skin—the skin of someone born and raised in absolute luxury.
She walked toward the house wearing a flowing, sleeveless Moroccan gown with a silk scarf loosely draped over her head. Her face was an exact copy of her father’s; she inherited absolutely none of her mother’s physical features, looking entirely like a Jeerah.
Exuding the expensive scent of Rossa Ocean, the 21-year-old moved with the grace of a first-class model. As she stepped into the living room, she noticed her mother on the phone. She leaned down silently and kissed her cheek.
Just then, the familiar scent of her father's cologne began drifting down into the room...

Story Summary

• The High-Stakes Treaty: The story opens with Fleet Admiral Raheem Hakeem Jeerah concluding a highly confidential, multi-national naval and business treaty alongside global counterparts (such as China's Fleet Admiral Gou Minqi).
• The Paternal Order: Immediately after the meeting, Raheem receives a stern, authoritative call from his legendary father (Sir Jeerah, a former Fleet Admiral). Sir Jeerah commands Raheem to return to Nigeria immediately. This trip carries intense emotional baggage, as Nigeria is where Raheem buried a "half of his body" (a past tragic loss/late lover).
• The Maternal Demand: Upon returning briefly to his high-security naval estate in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, to pack, Raheem receives a second, furious phone call from his mother (Dr. Mum). His parents have been estranged for decades, but a newly exposed family secret forces both of them to demand face-to-face confrontations with Raheem.

• The Family Dynamics: The chapter concludes with Raheem balancing his deep romantic bond with his fiercely loyal wife, Madam Meenah, just as their glamorous 21-year-old daughter, Fammah Jeerah (who looks exactly like the Jeerah side of the family), returns home.

  Story Description & Metadata

• Title: GANIN IDO 2026 (An eye-to-eye confrontation / In plain sight)
• Author: Mamuhgee
• Language: Hausa (Contemporary Nigerian Web Fiction / Littattafan Hausa)
• Genre: Military Romance, Billionaire/Elite Fiction, Family Drama, Age-Gap Romance.
• Setting: Moving between an unnamed international corporate venue, California, Pearl Harbor (Hawaii), and pivoting toward Nigeria.
• Tone: Intense, glamorous, high-stakes, deeply respectful of military hierarchy and elite family bloodlines.

• Commercialization: The text includes monetization details typical of modern Hausa web-novels (1k Naira for standard access, 5k Naira for VIP access via a direct bank transfer to the author).

  Literary Analytics

  1. Character Archetypes & Power Dynamics

• The Invincible Alpha (Raheem Jeerah): Raheem is written as the pinnacle of masculine authority—feared by international rivals, guarded by elite forces, and physically flawless despite being older. However, his absolute power vanishes in front of his parents, showcasing traditional African values where filial piety supersedes worldly ranks.
• The Fiercely Devoted Matriarch (Madam Meenah): She represents total emotional support. Her world revolves entirely around Raheem. The text establishes a prominent age gap (#BEST AGE GAP LOVE), emphasizing her youthful, enduring infatuation with him.

• The Genetic Legacy (Fammah): Fammah's description serves to reinforce the dominance of the "Jeerah" bloodline. By resembling only her father and grandfather, she anchors the story's focus on ancestral lineage and elite pedigree.

  2. Themes

• The Burden of Legacy: Raheem is caught between the conflicting commands of two powerful, estranged parental figures who still wield total authority over his life.
• Sensory Contrast (The Voice Deficit): A fascinating psychological trait is explicitly highlighted: Raheem's ears are so conditioned to military environments that casual female voices register as static or white noise. Only the distinct women in his immediate family break through this barrier.
• Luxury and Status as Narrative Devices: The heavy use of high-end brands (Santoni, Vince Camuto, Baccarat Rouge 540) isn't just window dressing; it establishes the extreme wealth, prestige, and high societal positioning of the characters to make the impending family drama feel higher stakes.