A Daren Aurena Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Her eyes would not let her stop trembling, and they kept following her every movement, all because the man she was going to marry was the district head’s son. Zulai made sure she dealt with the district head thoroughly; she tormented him until he cried before finally letting him go. Then she turned on the district head’s people, the only ones left there, because everyone else had scattered to save themselves. Even the guards were frozen stiff at the sight of how the district head was being tortured. They could not run, because if anything happened after a man fled, he would be stripped of his position.

When Zulai released the district head’s beard, she staggered backward and fell heavily against the young man’s body, pressing herself fully against him. In her heart she was saying, “So this foreigner’s body is this unbearably soft? Wallahi, I must enjoy the reward of my suffering on him. Because of him, to save his life today I struggled, even made sacrifices. I truly did. Why should I not rub myself all over and enjoy the softness of this skin?”

Outwardly, however, she began squirming and gasping for breath, then slumped over as if she had just regained consciousness. The moment the district head was freed from her grip, he gathered up his flowing robe, kicked off his shoes, and took to his heels at full speed. His guards, seeing their master flee, also ran after him as though they were in a race, each one wishing he could outrun the others. They ran with all their strength, their gowns ballooning with air as they sped along. They did not stop until they reached the district head’s palace. There, everyone collapsed, trying to catch their breath. Before they had even fully recovered, they saw a crowd of people rushing toward them in a cloud of dust. One scrawny fellow led the way, shouting at the top of his voice:

“People, everyone save yourselves! The town is not safe today! Every woman should run into her house and lock herself in. This town is not safe today!”

At that, the district head’s people quickly got up and joined the crowd, running frantically with them. Before long, every house was shut tight; nobody left a door open, and even the mosques were locked. The people kept running without stopping, and because they were villagers accustomed to hard labor, they did not tire easily. They did not stop until they were sure they had left the village and gone deep into the bush. Only then did they realize they could rest, so they sat down to catch their breath.

As for Zulai, she spent nearly ten minutes enjoying the feel of the young foreigner’s body before finally opening her eyes, whose color had changed. The moment her eyes met his, she froze, because he had been staring at her the whole time with his sharp pale eyes. Pretending as though he had not been watching her, he said,

“Get off me.”

Zulai quickly climbed down from his body, her heart pounding as though it was about to burst out of her chest. Her eyes were wide and blank, but without showing any sign of fear, she began to speak.

If you want, I can keep translating the next part in the same fluent style.