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Nadhira’s Morning Routine and Morning Breakfast
On Anty's side, she called Nadhira to inform her about who had visited, which made Nadhira very happy.
"But why didn't you give him my number?" Nadhira asked, pouting her lips as if Anty were standing right in front of her.
"I'm so sorry, our baby," Anty replied.
"It's okay, our Anty. Tomorrow by 11:00 AM I will come over, so keep some delicious treats ready for me," she told her Anty.
"Like what should I keep for you?" Anty asked her.
"Coke, Fanta masala, and also Hot milk cake."
"Alright, our baby. See you tomorrow, and goodnight," Anty said, then hung up the phone and looked at Hasana.
"You should head home now because it's getting late," Anty remarked.
"Okay, our Anty," Hasana replied. Anty escorted her to the front door before turning back inside.
Nadhira spent that night in absolute bliss, eagerly wishing for the night to pass and the day to break.
The next morning, she finished preparing him very early, even though he could now only follow her movements with his eyes. She fed him, cleaned up where he had soiled, and gave him his medication, which made him fall asleep immediately. She recited protective prayers over him as usual, stripped off her clothes, and took a bath. Upon stepping out, she got dressed, applied kohl to her eyes, and sprayed her perfumes. Once finished, she stepped out to head over to Mumy's wing.
Just as she was leaving, he came out to check on his patient. He entered the bedroom directly with a greeting, thinking no one was around. A captivating fragrance suddenly hit his nose, causing him to close his eyes.
"By Allah, this is exactly the fragrance of the ABAR SO (The Beloved One) of my life!" he muttered as he opened his dark, sexy eyes...
Meanwhile, as Nadhira reached the living room door, she suddenly remembered the slap she had received previously, causing her to quickly clutch her cheek.
"By Allah, I will retaliate! You will realize the consequences of slapping me. I will show you that even if you are used to mistreating others and they let it slide, I never let things slide, let alone forgive," she muttered to herself as she walked into the living room. She knelt all the way down to the floor to greet the elders. This brought them immense joy because Kursum had never knelt down to greet them in that manner. They responded to her greeting with cheerful smiles.
"Nadhira, right?" Abba asked her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Come and sit down so we can have breakfast together," Abba invited, locking his eyes with hers. She felt completely unable to reject his kind offer.
"Alright, Abba," she replied with absolute calmness and modesty, pulling out a chair to sit since they hadn't been served yet.
"Safiyya!!!" Mumy called out loudly to her housemaid.
"Yes, ma'am!" she answered, her voice trembling nervously.
"Who are you waiting for to serve us?" Mumy questioned her.
"Please forgive me, Hajiya," the maid pleaded.
"Leave it, I will do it," Nadhira interjected. She stood up and began serving them with expert grace, as this was what they routinely did at their own home. Mumy was deeply impressed by Nadhira, and a profound maternal affection for the girl instantly penetrated the core of her being. Abbi kept his gaze fixed on Mumy, carefully observing her reactions. He silently prayed that Allah would make Mumy support marrying her off to Al-amin. After finishing serving them, Nadhira served a modest portion for herself, just enough for her to finish.
"Are you sure this little amount will satisfy you?" Mumy asked her.
"Yes, Mumy. If I eat too much, I will fall sick," she replied, mimicking a pampered facial expression while rolling her anime-like eyes. This deeply amused the couple, and they burst into hearty laughter. Once they finished eating, she explained to them her excuse for wanting to visit her own family home.
"Alright, that's fine, but do not stay too long," Mumy advised.
"Insha Allah, Mumy," she replied, and then cleared the entire dining table. She took everything to the kitchen and began washing the dishes. While she was still in the kitchen, Amin walked in to greet his parents and then left, as his own breakfast awaited him in his private quarters.
A Confrontation in the Kitchen
She had just finished washing the plates when Kursum walked into the kitchen, dressed in her nightgown.
"Which wretched girl cleared the dining table before I could eat breakfast?" Kursum barked, rolling her eyes aggressively. At that exact moment, Nadhira instantly recognized her voice as the person who had slapped her the other day. Filled with utter disdain, Nadhira turned around to look at the face of her attacker. The moment their eyes locked, Kursum felt a sudden jolt in her chest.
"Not bad," Nadhira remarked coldly as she turned away. To Kursum, the girl looked strikingly similar to someone she knew, but she couldn't quite place the memory.
"Hey, can't you hear me talking to you, or are you deaf?" Kursum barked again, sizing Nadhira up from head to toe.
"Anty, I have already set aside your food on the dining table," Safiyya the maid chimed in with deep respect. Kursum hissed loudly and stormed out of the kitchen.
"Hey, tell me," Nadhira called out to the maid.
"Yes, ma'am?" Safiyya replied.
"WHO IS SHE?" Nadhira demanded.
"She is the wife of Doctor Al-amin, and Hajiya (Mumy) is incredibly proud of her..." Safiyya continued to ramble, as she was naturally a very talkative person.
"Alright, that's enough," Nadhira said as she walked out of the kitchen.
"I will definitely put you in your place since Allah has brought you right into NADHIRA's territory," she muttered to herself as she reached the living room to pick up her khimar. As she stepped outside, she spotted a commercial tricycle (keke napeep) about to turn around. She flagged down the driver and told him her destination.
"Alright, madam. Your fare is 150 Naira," he told her.
"Let's go," she said, and he drove her to the neighborhood she specified. Her arrival perfectly coincided with Salim returning from his Islamic school. He ran toward her at top speed, shouting, "Oyoyo, our baby!" She embraced him tightly.
"Our Salim, I really missed you," she expressed, kissing both of his cheeks.
"I missed you more, our baby," he replied. Together, they walked into the house. In the compound, she found Hasana sweeping. The moment their eyes met, Hasana dropped the broom from her hand, and they threw their arms around each other.
"Hasynah, I hope I find you all well?"
"We are perfectly fine, our baby," Hasana replied, just as Anty emerged from inside.
"Greetings to you, our Anty."
"Welcome, our baby. How is his health?"
"Alhamdulillah, our Anty, because he has finally stopped throwing things at me. Now it's just a matter of him speaking and recognizing people. And can you believe it, our Anty, it turns out they were even dosing him with cocaine!" she revealed, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Cocaine?!" Anty and Hasana gasped simultaneously, and a sudden, heavy silence fell over the yard. Nadhira walked past them into the house, and they quickly followed her inside.
"Who exactly is sick?" Hasana asked, breaking the silence.
"For God's sake, stop hiding things from me. Tell me, WHAT IS GOING ON?" she demanded urgently.
"It's Nadhira's father who is sick," Anty finally confessed to her.
"Wait, so he is actually still alive?" Hasana asked, her voice laced with immense shock.
"Yes, he is alive, but he is in a terrible state because he is now a one-legged cripple," Anty answered, her voice shaking.
"May Allah grant him healing," Hasana uttered.
"Ameen," they all chorused.
"I am only waiting for our father's current medications to finish before I launch my missions. And as for you..." Nadhira paused, causing Hasana to look up and fix her large eyes on her.
"I need your assistance," Nadhira stated. Anty looked at her in a sudden panic and interjected:
"Have you lost your mind, Nadhira (Tu pagal hai Nadhira)? Why do you want to put her life at risk? Leave her out of this, okay?"
"No, our Anty, let her tell me whatever she wants me to do, and I will do it," Hasana insisted.
"Do you swear (Kasam se)?" Nadhira asked.
"Pardon?" Hasana asked, unfamiliar with the phrase.
"Sorry, I mean do you promise?" Nadhira clarified, placing her hand on her own neck.
"I promise," Hasana answered. They shared a smile, though deep down, Hasana's mind was flooded with unanswered questions.
"So, where is my Coke, Fanta masala, and my hot milk cake?" Nadhira interrupted the gravity of the moment, rolling her eyes. They all burst into laughter because she sounded exactly like a spoiled little child.
"Oh, look at you talking like a total baby!" Hasana teased with a smile.
"Wait... don't you know that I am the baby here? Our Anty, please tell her!" she added in the same playful tone, pouting her small mouth.
"Don't you know by now that she is our baby? Well, even if you do, let me emphasize it again: she is our baby like no other!" Anty declared, and they all laughed together.
"Come on, our Anty, serve me!" she whined playfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry, our baby! Hasana and I actually finished preparing everything for you a long time ago."
"Thank you so much! You know it's been ages since I last had them."
"Don't mention it, our baby," Hasana replied.
"Oh, that reminds me! I will need some handmade juice. You know our father absolutely loves it."
"Yes, that's true, he does. But why are you asking for it now?"
"I actually noticed that whenever I serve him machine-made store juice, he refuses to drink it. Then I remembered that originally, his system never tolerated processed juices. That's why I suggested making it fresh," Nadhira explained.
"What a smart baby you are, you are absolutely marvelous!" Anty praised.
"Yeah, she really is," Hasana added...
Anty served Nadhira exactly what she desired. They sat and chatted happily after Anty sent someone to the market to purchase fresh fruits.
Meanwhile, Hasana was swiping through photos on Nadhira's tablet.
"Our baby, is this Nafhira?" Hasana inquired.
"Yes, we look a lot alike, don't we?" Nadhira answered after confirming.
"Of course! But this background looks exceptionally beautiful. What editing application did you use?" she asked.
"Look at you talking about a background application! Didn't you see how bold and real the Eiffel Tower looks? If it were just a fake background, we would look totally out of place."
"Are you trying to tell me you've actually been to Paris?" Hasana asked, her face filled with utter surprise.
"Yes, of course! In fact, I travel to memorable destinations all the time. I think I've visited about 39 historic and memorable places in my life so far. Plus, every single year, our entire family travels together to fulfill the holy pilgrimage (Hajj/Umrah)," Nadhira revealed with a broad smile on her face.
"Wow... a whopping 39 countries! That's incredible. We also travel to historic places, but honestly, we haven't traveled anywhere near as much as you guys" (since Hasana's father was also quite wealthy). They continued to swap stories until the fruits arrived. They performed their Zuhr prayers first, then prepared the fresh juice together. Just as they finished, the call for Asr prayer sounded, which they also performed. Afterward, they escorted Salim to his Islamic school before sitting down to eat their lunch. Once finished, Nadhira began packing her things because she didn't want to get caught out after dark.
The Reconnection and An Unexpected Visit
Suddenly, they heard a voice calling out from the front door, asking for "our baby." A wave of sweet, soothing relief washed over her heart. She ran out toward the front door, pausing for a moment to compose herself before stepping outside. He was leaning against his car, completely oblivious to the crowd of young women and neighborhood loafers who were staring at him in total awe. His high-end fashion choices immediately commanded attention; he was dressed in an incredibly expensive Armani top, a luxury Rolex watch on his wrist, and he was scrolling through his iPhone X+, his eyes framed by a pair of stunning, celebrity-style sunglasses. Truly, Tabarakallah (Glory be to Allah, the Best of Creators).
She stood a short distance away, quietly admiring him. As if sensing her presence, he looked up, and their eyes locked. A wave of immense joy flooded his entire being, yet a small part of his heart pounded with anxiety because he had no idea what kind of reception she would give him...
She began walking toward him slowly at first, but then accelerated. Feeling like she couldn't wait another second to be wrapped in his embrace, she broke into a run. As she neared, he opened his arms wide. Without wasting a single moment, she threw herself into his embrace. He lifted her up to eye level, spinning her around as she burst into joyful laughter. He gently placed her onto the hood of his car while she wrapped her legs securely around his waist.
"Only God knows how much I have missed you," he whispered softly to her. She planted a gentle kiss on his cheek and replied, "Same here."
"Oh, really?" he asked.
"Of course," she confirmed, burying her head against his chest. In a soft, emotional whisper, she murmured, "My Nafhi and Momma are gone, I will never see them again."
"It's okay, my love. May their souls rest in perfect and everlasting peace," he comforted her.
"Ameen," she replied, lifting her head. She rolled her eyes playfully and asked, "So, tell me... are you married or still single?" A sudden, terrible wave of anxiety hit his chest, but he forced himself to stay composed and asked, "Why do you ask?" She reached out to adjust the collar of his Armani top and said, "I just want to know how many kids you've got." The childlike manner in which she said it completely cracked him up, and he burst into laughter.
"Are you starting your mischief again?" she pouted her small lips, and he playfully bit them.
"Ouch! I don't like such cruelty!" she whined, unwrapping her legs from his waist to slide down.
"I am so sorry, ABAR SO! Please don't be angry with me, please," he begged, playfully holding his ears because he realized she was genuinely upset.
"Alright, it's fine. Now let me down," she smiled at him.
"You've grown into such a big girl now," Amin remarked.
"Hmm, you know as time goes on... because you don't look like your old self either," she noted, taking his hand after he set her down on the ground. It was only then that they finally noticed the massive crowd of onlookers staring intently at them.
"Excuse me, is there a free charity distribution going on here, or are we shooting a movie? Why are you all standing there staring at us like owls?" she barked with fierce attitude and arrogance.
"It's okay, babe, let's head inside," Amin intervened, gently squeezing her hand inside his. Deep down, his heart was overflowing with pure happiness because he had never anticipated she would give him such a warm, loving reception. As they walked inside, he politely greeted Anty, who welcomed him with a warm smile.
"So, our baby, you went out and stayed all this time? Don't you realize it's getting late?" Anty remarked, turning toward Nadhira.
"Oh, our Anty, I was just so incredibly happy, that's why," Nadhira explained, rolling her eyes out of sheer habit.
"Alright, off you go," Anty said, handing her the basket filled with fresh juice.
"Our Anty, so you are kicking me out now? Meaning you're already tired of seeing my face? No problem!" she snapped, storming out of the house in a sudden fit of rage.
"Our baby, by Allah, please wait! I am not kicking you out!" Anty yelled, running out after her. But Nadhira ignored her completely, flagging down a passing tricycle and jumping in. Seeing her leave in the tricycle, Amin rushed back into the house in a frantic panic to grab his car keys. He searched the spot where he had sat, but the keys were nowhere to be found. By the time he gave up, he knew she was already far away. It was only then that he remembered, to his utter embarrassment, that he had left the keys dangling right in the car ignition... (lol... 😆)
"What are we going to do now?" Hasana asked Anty with deep worry.
"Don't worry, that is just how she is. She is extremely quick-tempered and flies into a rage over the smallest, most insignificant things."
"Well, try calling her phone number then," Amin suggested urgently.
"Even if I call her, she will absolutely refuse to answer," Anty replied.
"Give me the number anyway, let me try my luck," he urged. Anty read out the phone number to him. He dialed it immediately, but the line rang until it timed out without her picking up. He said his goodbyes to them, promising to keep calling her, and returned home with a heavy, worried heart. Anty and Hasana sat in a tense silence until Hasana finally decided to head home. At her front gate, she met her twin brother, Husain.
"What's up, twinee?" he asked her.
"Honestly, Nadhira just left her family's place in a massive fit of anger," she answered.
"What on earth did they do to her?" he questioned. She narrated the entire event to him.
"Wow... what a terrifyingly short temper she has! Whoever deals with her is going to have a massive uphill battle," he remarked.
"That's very true, because she doesn't possess a single ounce of forgiveness in her body," Hasana added.
"Hmm, how did you find all this out, Madam Hasana?" Sitting down properly, she shared their entire family history that she knew with him, leaving him feeling deeply sympathetic toward them.
"No wonder their mannerisms and lifestyle don't look like that of poor, ordinary people," he noted. They continued to chat until the call for Maghrib prayer sounded, and Hasana went inside the house.
Clashing Personalities and A Dramatic Slap
On Nadhira's part, as she traveled back, she began reflecting on the silly reason that made her fly into a rage, especially after she had promised herself never to let her temper control her again. She felt she had acted completely out of line. Upon arriving, she greeted the old security guard, dropped her juice basket by the door of their wing, and walked into Mumy's main living room. There, she found the family seated along with a strange young man she hadn't seen before, though his striking facial features made it clear he was a son of the house.
"Welcome home," she greeted them respectfully, bowing her head out of courtesy.
"Look who is finally back, baby!"
"Yes," she replied briefly.
"How are your family members? I hope they are all doing well?" Abba inquired.
"Alhamdulillah. Our Anty extends her warmest greetings to you all," she replied.
"We accept her greetings," Mumy smiled.
"Alright, goodnight to you all," Nadhira said, preparing to leave.
"Won't you join us for dinner?" Mumy invited.
"No, thank you, by Allah, my stomach is completely full," she smiled warmly...
Suddenly, Kursum interjected venomously, "Wait, Mumy, why on earth are you inviting this dirty, low-class girl to our dining table? Are you trying to make my Love (Al-amin) lose his appetite the moment he sees her? You know very well he doesn't associate with ordinary cleaners, let alone sit to eat with them! And for the matter of fact, she is nothing but a cleaner to a dirty, crippled invalid!"
The entire room froze in absolute shock, staring at Kursum. In an instant, like a flash of lightning, Nadhira stepped right in front of her.
"Utter one more vile word from that mouth of yours, and I promise to make sure you stay mute permanently," Nadhira spat, her eyes turning a terrifying, blazing shade of blood-red from absolute fury.
"What do you mean you'll keep me mute, you miserable little brat? You low-life, wretched peasant! You absolute fool! Are you seriously trying to defend that useless cripple out of sheer stupidity? A man who doesn't even have a single person to look after him, and yet you have the audacity to talk back to me? Let me ask you, who exactly is your father in this country of Nigeria? What have you ever achieved in your pathetic life? I know your entire family relies solely on you to slave away and bring home their daily bread, and yet here you are, foolishly wasting your golden opportunity!" Kursum ranted.
"Kursum!" Abba roared in a harsh, thunderous voice.
"Do not call my name, Mumy's husband! Keep quiet, because I am not talking to you! Save whatever words are trying to come out of that rotten mouth of yours..."
Before Kursum could even finish her vile sentence, a sudden, resounding slap landed squarely on her cheek... Tirkash! (What a dramatic twist!)
Guess who slapped her?
Before she could even process the burning sting, Nadhira unleashed a torrent of fierce words:
"What kind of an absolute lunatic are you? You know better than anyone what this godly man has done for you in your life, yet out of pure, unadulterated madness, you stand there insulting him—even though he is technically your father-in-law! And wait a minute, who do you think you are to insult me? Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is? No doubt you know him, in fact, every single one of you in this room knows exactly who he is! We are not peasants, because from myself down to the 7th generation of my lineage to come, none of us will ever know the meaning of poverty! And as for your husband, whom you arrogantly claim hates this and that... I bet you, I will marry him! Take a good look at me: there isn't a man alive who possesses the power to resist me, because I am ABAR SO (The Beloved One)! Without using any charms or dark magic, I will completely capture your husband's heart. Even though I already have someone I truly love, I will sacrifice that and marry your husband just to spite you! I will show him what pure, unadulterated love looks like. My only warning to you is this: hide your husband well, because my meeting with him will mark the absolute beginning of your total downfall! Lastly, the man you call a dirty cripple—do you have any inkling of what reduced him to this state? Do you know the immense status and power he possessed before he fell into this condition? Do you know his true lineage, or the vast riches he owned before this trial? Or do you honestly believe that Allah does not test His servants? Do you think he doesn't have powerful guardians backing him just like anyone else?"
Nadhira paused to catch her breath, then violently spun around to face the silent young man standing nearby:
"And you! You just stand there looking completely useless, with your mouth wide open like a brainless fool! You total idiot, a woman who is practically your junior sister is standing right in front of your eyes, severely insulting your own father, and you can't even pick up a whip to severely discipline her? By Allah, you are an absolute disgrace to manhood!" With that final scathing remark, she stormed out of the living room, violently slamming against Al-amin, who was just walking through the front door.
The Aftermath of the Storm
Al-amin was just returning from Nadhira's family house. He was left completely stunned after being violently shoved aside at the doorway, without even receiving a simple apology. Shaking his head, he stepped inside. The bizarre scene that met his eyes made him freeze in his tracks, causing him to look around to make sure he hadn't accidentally walked into a stranger's house. Everyone was standing in a tense, frozen silence, while Kursum was curled up on the floor, weeping hysterically, her cheek visibly swollen from the slap. Gathering his courage, he stepped closer to them.
"For God's sake, what is going on here? What happened?" he asked, throwing a chain of questions to figure out the root of the problem.
Without saying a word, Mumy turned around and began walking upstairs. Overcome with rage and humiliation, Kursum scrambled to her feet and rushed after Mumy, clutching her hand while keeping her other hand pressed against her swollen cheek.
"By Allah, I will never let this slide! I swear I will make life an absolute living hell for that small girl! In my entire life, no one has ever humiliated and insulted me the way she did today! Look at my face, I can literally feel how swollen it is!" she wailed to Mumy. Mumy, however, was completely at a loss for words. Deep down, she was furious that someone had dared to slap her biological daughter, but at the same time, she felt absolute shame over the vile insults Kursum had hurled at her own husband. Caught in a terrible dilemma, Mumy silently pulled her hand away from Kursum's grip and continued upstairs without saying a word, leaving a weeping Kursum following right behind her.
"My son, once you are done here, come meet me in my bedroom," Abba instructed Al-amin before calmly exiting the living room.
"Hey, what on earth just happened?" Al-amin asked his younger brother.
"Let me tell you, brother... today, Kursum was finally taught a brutal lesson in manners!" The younger brother then broke down the entire drama piece by piece. Hearing how fiercely Nadhira had defended his disabled father, Al-amin found himself deeply captivated by the mysterious girl's fierce confidence and bold personality, instantly wishing to meet her.
"Let me go hear what Abba has to say," Al-amin said, leaving the living room. He knocked and walked into his father's bedroom. Abba answered his greeting and signaled for Al-amin to sit right beside him on the bed, which Al-amin did without hesitation.
"Look at the wonders of Allah, my son. The way that baby defended my honor brought immense joy to my heart. She deeply impressed me with her fierce confidence. She is indeed an exceptionally good girl, and I am absolutely certain that if you marry her, you will be happy for the rest of your life. For the sake of Allah, my son, please marry her," Abba pleaded.
Ever since his father began speaking, Al-amin felt a strange, profound connection toward this mysterious girl. A voice inside his head began advising him to marry her—if only to use her fierce personality to continuously check Kursum's arrogance—before he eventually marries his true ABAR SO (Beloved One), as he didn't want his true love to face any domestic suffering.
"Alright, Abba. But I have an extremely urgent medical emergency arriving tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. Insha Allah, the moment I am back from handling it, I will personally go and speak with the girl," Al-amin promised.
"Thank you, my blessed son. Just as you are striving to bring joy to my heart, may the Almighty Allah bring everlasting joy into your own life," Abba prayed, his heart overflowing with happiness.
"Ameen, my Abba," Al-amin replied...
Story Summary
- Nadhira's Hidden Secrets: The story progresses with Nadhira painstakingly caring for a mysterious, disabled patient (who is later revealed to be her biological father, a once-wealthy man who has been reduced to a "one-legged cripple" and covertly poisoned with cocaine by unknown enemies). While visiting her extended family (Anty, Hasana, and Salim), Nadhira's elite background is unveiled: she reveals she has traveled to 39 countries, including Paris, and belongs to an extraordinarily wealthy lineage spanning seven generations, despite currently working in a seemingly low-class position.
- The Return of Al-Amin: Doctor Al-amin tracks Nadhira down to her Anty's residence. Their reunion reveals a deeply romantic and intimate history, where Nadhira ("the baby") acts playfully spoiled around him, wrapping her legs around his waist. However, their reunion is cut short by Nadhira’s toxic, short-fused temper; she misinterprets a harmless comment from her Anty as an insult and storms off in a commercial tricycle, leaving a panicked Al-amin behind because he left his keys inside his car ignition.
- The Living Room Battle: Upon returning to the main house, Nadhira is venomously insulted by Kursum (Al-amin's arrogant current wife), who calls Nadhira a "dirty cleaner" and insults Nadhira's crippled father. Driven into a blood-red rage, Nadhira details her true elite status, promises to capture Al-amin's heart out of pure spite to orchestrate Kursum's downfall, and brutally slaps Kursum across the face. She also verbally castigates Al-amin's 28-year-old younger brother for standing by uselessly while his father was insulted.
Abba's Marriage Request: In the aftermath of the physical clash, Kursum is left humiliated and physically swollen, while Mumy is paralyzed by a moral dilemma. Deeply moved and vindicated by how fiercely Nadhira defended his honor against his own daughter's vitriol, the disabled patriarch (Abba) begs his son Al-amin to take Nadhira as his wife. Al-amin, captivated by her unmatched confidence, agrees to marry her to put Kursum in her place.
Character & Setting Description
Characters
- Nadhira (The Baby / Abar So): An extraordinary, multi-layered protagonist. On the surface, she appears to be a humble worker or cleaner, but she is actually the heir to an ultra-wealthy dynasty spanning seven generations. She is remarkably beautiful with large, expressive "anime eyes," uses high-end perfumes, and has traveled to 39 countries. Personality-wise, she is a volatile paradox: around loved ones, she acts like a highly pampered, infantile child who constantly pouts, rolls her eyes, and demands specific treats. However, when provoked, she possesses a terrifying, fearless, and uncompromising temper, completely devoid of forgiveness.
- Doctor Al-amin: A wealthy, highly attractive professional who commands the attention of every woman in the neighborhood. He drives an expensive car, wears a luxury Rolex watch, an Armani top, and celebrity space-sunglasses. He shares a deep, intensely affectionate past with Nadhira (whom he calls Abar So) but is currently trapped in a marriage with Kursum. He is dutiful to his father and is highly sought after for medical emergencies.
- Kursum: Al-amin’s current wife and Mumy’s biological daughter. She is the quintessential antagonist: extremely arrogant, elitist, toxic, and lazy. She refuses to show traditional respect to her elders, sleeps in late, and violently looks down on those she perceives as poor. Her cruelty backfires when her sharp mouth earns her a violent slap that leaves her physically and emotionally bruised.
- Abba: The disabled patriarch of the household. Once a powerful and respected man, he has been reduced to a "one-legged cripple" who can barely move or speak due to a clandestine addiction to cocaine forced upon him by enemies. Despite his physical limitations, he possesses a sharp mind and values honor, dignity, and respect above all else.
Anty & Hasana: Nadhira's supportive extended family members. They fiercely protect Nadhira, indulge her childlike whims with specialized cooking (hot milk cake, Fanta masala), and act as a safe haven for her secrets. Hasana is Nadhira's loyal confidante who promises to help her on her dangerous upcoming "missions."
Setting
- The Elite Family Estate (Mumy and Abba's Wing): A grand, highly affluent compound divided into multiple private residential wings. The estate features professional domestic help, an expansive dining area, and multiple luxurious bedrooms upstairs. It represents modern Nigerian high society, complete with gate guards, luxury vehicles, and intricate family politics.
- Anty’s Household Compound: A more traditional, warm, and tightly-knit community compound. It serves as a stark contrast to the cold, hostile environment of the main estate. It is a place where neighbors, children returning from Islamic school, and family members openly interact in the courtyard.
