Ajeemal Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was lying on the bed, watching him intensely. He was relaxed in his beautiful sleepwear, typing away on his laptop. The moment she entered, Ajmal paused, closed the laptop, and looked at her with sharp, focused eyes as she slowly approached. Nisha moved carefully, dragging her feet as if they were heavy, her head bowed, avoiding eye contact with him.

She stopped at the side before reaching him and extended a cup of coffee without saying a word. Ajmal didn’t take it—he motioned with his hand for her to place it on the table instead.

Quietly, Nisha complied, setting the cup on the table as he instructed. As she turned to leave, she noticed Ajmal standing, hands resting lightly on the side of his head, blocking her path. Her heart raced. He stood in front of her, chest forward, leaving her frozen in place. Nisha tried to sidestep him, thinking he would move, but he didn’t budge. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his, seeing his gaze fixed on her—intense, unreadable, commanding—but he didn’t speak.

On her third attempt to slip past him, Ajmal placed a foot lightly against hers, causing her to stumble slightly into him. He caught her effortlessly, and she felt her panic rise as her body pressed against his. Her eyes darted around, seeking escape, while her heart pounded. She clutched him tightly, trembling, resisting the sudden closeness, her mind racing about why he had trapped her.

But then, he held her firmly, blocking her attempts to pull away. His forehead touched hers, their breaths mingled, and they stared at each other. Nisha’s eyes shifted nervously, seeing the silent plea in his gaze that she couldn’t quite interpret.

She stiffened when his hand moved to her waist, gripping firmly. The pressure startled her, and she quickly slid back, grabbing her shawl to cover herself. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she tried to collect herself, eyes wide with shock, feeling a chill run through her.

“Why are you running? Did I do something wrong?” Ajmal asked softly, approaching her as she attempted to retreat. Frightened, Nisha bolted toward her bedroom, heart hammering, covering herself with the blanket as she collapsed onto the bed. Her chest heaved, and she tried to calm herself.

Meanwhile, Ajmal remained on the sofa, eyes fixed on the ceiling, still unsettled. Whenever they were together, he struggled to find peace. Even though she was close and technically his, he couldn’t allow their relationship to drift into tension. The fear and unease in her gaze unnerved him, yet, strangely, also gave him a thrill.

He let out a deep breath, glancing at the cup of coffee she had brought. Then he rose and climbed onto his bed, lying face-up, hugging a soft pillow while staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of Nisha’s wide-eyed fear and the subtle tension from moments earlier replayed in his mind, making him aware of how much control and influence she unknowingly held over him.

Two days later, on a weekend afternoon after Asr prayer, Nisha awoke from a long sleep. Reeda was at a private class, learning modern and traditional cooking under their mother’s supervision. She rose, headed to the bathroom, performed wudu, and returned to pray Asr. After folding her prayer mat, she noticed Barka entering the bedroom, smiling.

“You woke from your nap just now? Hajia said you’ve been asleep. Seems like you missed all the noise of the kids,” Barka teased, smiling at Nisha.

“I was just getting ready… no important work kept me,” Nisha replied softly.

“Don’t overthink, I came to check because your brother called to see if you had woken up,” Barka said, smiling before leaving. Nisha’s face relaxed, though her heart still raced slightly.

She put on her hijab, not having the time to adjust it perfectly after prayer, and followed Barka. Once out of the parlour, she headed toward Ajmal’s side of the house.

Pushing the door open, she entered quietly, greeting softly. Ajmal was sitting up on the long sofa, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, relaxed but alert. His toned legs were stretched comfortably, and he lightly tapped on his phone, eyes focused but aware of her presence.