Lu'u Lu'u Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A round, oval-shaped bed, draped with a luxurious net canopy that immediately draws the eyes. On it sat a beautiful young woman… a young woman whose age could not be more than twenty-four. She was radiant—the kind of brightness that captures attention instantly, and her fullness revealed itself subtly beneath the soft material covering her. Her beauty was evident at first glance; she had a delicate, petite body, modest and understated, with her slender frame outlined gently by the long, soft gown she wore. She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet resting lightly on the floor. Beside her was a fine table holding a perfectly arranged tray with apples and a modest amount of grapes, all stunningly presented—the kind that could be chosen as premium fruits for special events in AKHNAN’s circles.

One of her legs rested on the other as her gaze focused on another young woman standing a short distance away, seemingly engaged in an important conversation. The young woman standing was quite different from the one seated, separated by a noticeable distance… a distance that promised a long period of careful observation and subtle interaction. The focus was not on mere beauty… ah no, it was an exquisite presence, her face perfectly sculpted with features blending the elegance of two distinct ethnicities. Her jawline was striking, and her bloodline traced back to the Turks of Istanbul.

Her eyes were a divine gift, carrying a rare charm and a beauty unlike any other, the kind that cannot be truly captured by ordinary sight. Large and perfectly shaped, they often closed slightly to temper their intensity, a subtle gesture that softened their impact.

Around where she stood, several other young women were gathered, all dressed in olive-green garments. Their heads were covered with V-shaped hijabs in apple green, complementing the olive tone of their attire.

In age, they were all peers, each maintaining a composed, orderly presence, their faces reflecting serenity. Almost all four of them were attentive, focused on their assigned tasks.

Two of them were positioned behind her. The first was carefully trying to zip up AKHNAN’s gown with utmost respect and delicacy. The gown was made of soft, luxurious fabric, clearly intended for someone of high status… suitable for both her lineage and her dignity. It fit her perfectly, hugging her frame as if the material had been made just for her, extending all the way to cover her long toes. Its elegance did not overshadow her individuality; anyone familiar with tailoring and wardrobe design could appreciate its careful craftsmanship. While such attire could easily resemble the grandiose MAMMINA ensembles known as GIWA in certain contexts, AKHNAN’s gown had a unique distinction, setting it apart entirely.

The second young woman stood close to the first, holding a large gold tray wrapped in soft white fabric. The tray contained nothing but neatly arranged ribbons and hair clips. She was assisting the third young woman, positioned at AKHNAN’s right shoulder, in folding her long sash and adjusting her hair accessories with precision.

The fourth young woman stood in front, sprinkling sparkling decorations onto AKHNAN’s hands, which she accepted gracefully. Her eyes, a striking baby blue, were fixed on the seated young woman beside the bed.

AKHNAN still held an apple she had bitten into once and had not put down. She continued gazing thoughtfully at the scene before her, then placed the apple aside and adjusted her posture, crossing one leg over the other for comfort, saying softly:

"Il lui a vraiment fait du mal… he really hurt her. Even now, she cannot forget… she cannot erase how their relationship once unfolded."

Her voice was low, but every word carried weight in her heart and on her tongue, a silent testament to the depth of her emotions.