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Two cars immediately appear on the scene, one she recognizes as that of her older brother's Ammar.
Before they can intervene a loud crash is heard and everything seizes for a moment.
Sokoto
Sadiq Abubakar III international airport.
The Sadiq Abubakar III international airport in Sokoto is a marvel of modern architecture, its interior gleaming with polished marble and sleek glass. The private jet area is cordoned off, with a discreet sign reading 'Private terminal' in elegant script.
A huge black private jet emblazoned with the initials A.Z.A.J in gold, touches down on the runway followed by another with the roar of its engine filling the air. They taxi to a stop only for the door to swing open and reveal a staircase that unfolds like a metal serpent.
The sounds of heavy military boots echoes through the air as men dressed in crisp, military attire step out of one of the jets. Their eyes scan the surroundings with precision, bodies tense and alert.
They march towards the first plane, their movements choreographed to perfection.
Just then the door to the first plane opens and Andre steps out first, dressed in a tailored suit. His pad and pen in hand like a loyal assistant.
Behind him Xander steps out next, stopping just at the door to scan the area.
Finally a pair of custom made Tom Ford leather male shoes, sleek and understated appears at the door. As the owner of the shoes step out of the plane the air seems to vibrate and shift.
His tall, imposing figure dressed in a three piece Dormeuil Vanquish II tailored suit.
It hugs his chiseled physique and accentuates his broad shoulders, the fabric straining against his figure as he moves.
The light from the airport hits his face revealing a masterpiece, A chiseled face with sharp cheekbones and a sharp jawline locked as his light grey eyes narrow at the people in front of him.
The female guards cannot help but stare at him, drawn in by his rugged beauty, the air around him thickens and the soldiers standing at attention feel a constriction in their chest, Their breathing slows and they lock eyes onto him with a mixture of respect and wariness.
"Sir" Their booming voice echoes as they all stand at attention.
"At Ease" His voice is low, deep and rumbling like the sound of thunder and immediately they obey.
A fleet of 20 cars drive into the private area with initials of A.Z.A.J in gold as their plate numbers, dark black SUVs with a sleek white Rolls Royce sweptail in the middle. The sound of a helicopter thunders in the air as it circles the area, men with snipers surveying the areas.
The door to cars open and immediately the palace dogarai's step out in a flurry of the familiar red and green agbadas and trousers.
Soon they start with loud praises as they raise their hands, their voice echoing and shaking the ground of the private area.
The Jakadan Sokoto steps out of one of the cars. As he emerges from the car, his crisp baban riga rustles in the breeze. His eyes lock onto Azev, a smile spreading across his face like a carefully crafted mask.
Yet his hands betray a hint of nervousness as he reaches into his pocket, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he fights to maintain eye contact.
He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs his forward.
"Dan Sarki jikan Sarki" The son of a king and grandson of a king.
The man calls out standing in front of Azev who is busy accessing him.
"Salamualaikum" Azev greets as he nods his head at the older man who can barely maintain eye contact with him.
"Walaikumusalam, welcome back home" With that the man stretches his hand and a guard presents a folded black cloth.
It is opened to reveal a black Alkyabba, adorned with intricate silver designs and glinting stones. Before the Jakadan Sokoto can drape it over Azev, Xander steps forward, his eyes cast downwards in respect as he drapes it over Azev.
The dogarai surrounded them, their babban riga billowing like colourful wings as the shield the scene from prying eyes. With a quiet efficiency Azev slide into the backseat of the sweptail which is opened by Xander.
Andre claims the front seat beside Xander and soon the cars navigate through the streets of Sokoto.
The grand gates of the sultan's palace swings open, revealing a breathtaking sight that leaves the soldiers in awe. The gates themselves are adorned with intricate northern designs, featuring interlocked patterns of hexagons and eight pointed stars, reminiscent of the stunning architecture found in istanbul's historic buildings. As the car process down the palm lined driveway, the palace comes into view, it's walls and building showcasing the beautiful Hausa designs and characteristics of the north.
The palace's facade is a masterpiece of Islamic design, with delicate carvings of arabesques and geometric patterns that seem to dance across the walls.
The car approaches the main building, a grand structure with a large central dome and four towering minarets. The building's design is a blend of Hausa and Islamic styles.
The palace ground is filled with the high council men, and other royal heads from outside sokoto as they gather to catch a glimpse of the grandson of the Sultan of Sokoto.
Azev steps out of the car after the door is opened by Xander, as he stands in front of the men the praises from the dogarai begins.
His face is concealed by the Alkyabba placed on him and he moves with an air around him.
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Abuja...
.....
The crash is followed by a stunned silence, the only sound the receding rumble of the truck as it speeds away, leaving the mangled car in its wake. Her brother's burst out of their cars with frantic steps as they approached her, eyes wide and fearful.
Ammar's arms close around her the moment she is within arms length, the warmth of his body enveloping her and for a moment the world narrows to the unsteady beat of his heart against her cheeks.
He releases her only for her to get attacked by Omar and Adnan.
"Are you ok?" Adnan breathes out his voice soft and gentle as he starts checking her body.
Kiara smiles softly before holding his hand with hers that is uninjured.
"I am but I think I sprained my wrist" She says, showing him the hand which is already red as a result of her light skin.
"Let me take a look," Adnan says, his eyes narrowing as he gently grasps her hand.
"We should get it treated" Before she can protest A loud shriek escapes her lips as Omar sweeps her up in his arms, her shriek of surprise dissolving into a laugh.
"Put me down Omar, I can walk" She says, already struggling in his arms.
"Shut up Kiara, you have already gone and put yourself in danger" Ammar snaps. At the sound of Ammar's voice, Kiara stops laughing and looks in his direction only to be met with a glare.
He strides towards the car and pulls the door open so Omar can get in while holding her.
The ride home is silent and filled with the soft Quranic verse coming from the speaker and their bodies relax with minds buzzing from the verse being read.
"Your hand" Amar says, stretching out his hand to have a hold of hers which she hesitates before placing her injured wrist in his outstretched hand.
Adnan hands him the first aid box and he instantly gets to work.
"Careful" Kiara winces though she makes no attempt to pull her hand away from him.
His gaze is sharp and warning but the hold he has on her hand turns gentler.
"If you listen to instructions and take precautions all these wouldn't have happened" Amar starts talking and Kiara purses her lips, a sound of protest barely concealed.
She knows she is about to be lectured.
Seeing that she doesn't reply he glances at her face only to soften his voice.
"Look Kiki, you know how dangerous it is out there and how the last time we.." she instantly cuts him off by pulling her already bandaged hand away from him sharply.
"I don't want to talk about it" Her tone is cutting and defensive as she shifts away from him and shifts closer to Omar.
"Kiki y.." Kiara passes him a look that has him sighing.
"Ammar let's leave that" Omar tells his twin brother who nods his head at his words.
They soon get to the house, the lights from the driveway casting a soft glow on the flowers on either side of the driveway.
The moment the car pulls to a step, Kiara hurries out of the car and into the house.
Nalani, Aya and Gina who are busy sitting in the living room, talking and laughing immediately stand up when she enters.
"Kiki" They echo as they each step closer to her but she doesn't spare them a glance as she hurries up the stairs.
With furrowed brows they stare at her retreating form, each of them carrying questions in their eyes as they exchange glances.
"What was that about?" Gina exhales as she starts walking towards the direction Kiara follows.
"Don't bother Gi, she'll not be talking to anybody at the moment" Adnan voice rings out as he steps into the living room with Omar and Amar in tow.
Aya's brows furrow as she walks towards her brother's "I thought you guys were staying at Nalani's house with the other guys" She says to which Omar nods his head.
"Well yes, we'll be heading there right now. We just brought back Kiki" Omar says, raising a hand to brush his face.
Aya nods her head as her gaze moves between her brothers, the words are at the tip of her tongue but she holds herself back from questioning them.
"Tomorrow we'll board the flight to Sokoto" Ammar informs before turning to walk out of the room, Omar following right behind him.
Seeing that Adnan has no plans of following, he stops. "Not coming" Adnan shakes his head negatively.
A quiet look passes between them and Omar nods sharply before they walk away while Adnan makes his way upstairs.
The girls settle back on the couch but this time everyone sits in silence.
Sokoto Emirates...
The Sultan's chambers
Sitting at the throne, a place that is not just decorated for fancy but a legacy that roars, it has housed kings-Great ones at that and it is going to house greater men in the future.
The Sultan of Sokoto sits on the throne, his face shielded by the rawani and a dark blue Alkyabba sitting on his shoulders.
Beside him by his left hand side sits Fuad Dan Fodio the son of Othman Dan Fodio and father to Azev.
The room is scattered and filled with the palace guards each dressed in their traditional attires with faces stern and focused.
On one side of the room right beside the throne, stands Xander in his military piece as he scans the room, his eyes sharp.
On the right hand side sits the man who had gathered to welcome his presence screaming as he sits there, his face concealed by his Alkyabba, it doesn't stop his presence from being intimidating.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh" May the peace and blessings of Allah be upon you.
The room chorus a reply to the king Salama and he nods his head slowly at them.
"Allah Ya ja zamin ka, Dan Sarki jikan Sarki. Uban marayu, Uban mu" The Waziri says standing up to praise the king as the opening of his speech.
"We are pleased to be gathered here to formally welcome the grandson of our empire cuma Jikan Sarkis" The Waziri continues his speech.
They all welcome Azev formally as he sits besides his grandfather, unbothered and eyes boring into each individual.
As they are all focused on their conversations, a shrill sound of a phone ringing is heard in the room.
Alhaji Muhammad Indimi glances down at the device in his hand and passes an apologetic gaze to the people around.
He stares at the screen and when he sees that it's his eldest son calling, his body stiffens and a dull ache settles.
Ammar didn't call except it is very important as he knows he'll be busy at the emirates.
"Son" Alhaji Muhammad says the moment he picks the call
He listens to what Ammar has to say and instantly his lips part open for sometime, his brows creasing as his hand shakes slightly.
"Is she alright?" He questions after a moment of silence, his lips trembling.
"Take care and I'll like the case handled" With that he ends the call only to realize that the eyes of the men in the room are focused on him.
"Lafiya Alhaji Muhammad" Is everything alright.
Alhaji Muhammad sighs before nodding his head and gesturing for the meeting to continue.
When the palace elders finish talking they excuse themselves but not without leaving strings of praises for the Sultan.
The moment it is just the Sultan, Alhaji Indimi, Fuad, Azev, Nalani's father and the family elderly men the Sultan clears his throat.
"I hope all is well Muhammad" He asks knowing and already being able to read from his body language that there's something wrong.
"There was an attack on my daughter" A heavy silence settles in the room before murmuring starts.
Worried glances are exchanged as the men stare at him and question if it's been taken care of.
One figure sits unmoving, with only his fingers lightly tapping his Alkyabba.
His jawline, which is the only part of his face visible, tightens.
Abuja...
Morning...
Loud music booms through the inbuilt speakers in the house accompanied by loud voices and footsteps.
Kiara who had barely had any sleep the night before, groggily sits on her bed a groan escaping her lips as she hisses.
Quickly she stands up from her bed before moving towards the door to press her ear on the door to listen to what's happening.
Downstairs, Aya, Nalani, Gina and Adnan move around the living room, wide smiles stretched on their lips as they move to the beat of the song booming from the speakers.
Ma Cherie by Naika.
Adnan stretches his hand as he dances with Gina while Aya and Nalani dance together.
Being hit with a realisation, Nalani pulls away from Aya with widened eyes as she frantically runs up the stairs remembering she has a job to attend to.
Her feets thunder against the stairs as she swiftly makes her way to the room she is sharing with Gina.
Once inside she lets out a loud sigh, happy to have already taken a shower before moving to the luggage which contains her clothes.
Taking out a bag which contains her outfit for work she gets dressed quickly.
A black wide legged Dior pants with its matching blazer and black turtle neck beneath her blazer tucked neatly.
She pairs her outfit with black , her jewelry consisting of studs from Tiffany and finally her rings.
After that she sprays her favorite fragrance from Kayali and fixes her hair in a nice bun before tying a black Gucci veil in a turban style.
"Dammmnnn" Adnan drawls the moment she starts walking down the stairs, her Hermes bag clutched in her hand.
"Who is this boss lady?" He hoots playfully which makes her face break out in a small smile, her eyes crinkling in amusement.
"You and hyping, anyways I'm late, where did Aya and Gigi go?" She questions now looking around the empty living room save for Adnan.
"Upstairs to Kiki" He says and she sighs, her shoulders dropping slightly.
With a side hug she steps out of the house and into the black Bentley continental parked outside.
As Nalani arrives at the gates of Aso Rock, Presidential villa in Asokoro, She's stopped for a security check and after presenting her ID card and scannings along with documents she is let through.
As she steps out of the car, Nalani's eyes widen in awe, The Aso Rock Presidential villa is a breathtaking sight, with its Neoclassical and Palladian architectural style gleaming in the sunlight.
The villa's design is a blend of traditional and modern elements reflecting Nigeria's rich cultural heritage.
As she gazes at the villa she sees the heavy security presence, with the presidential guards brigade performing ceremonial and protective duties.
The moment a guard sights her, having read her badge he steps forward.
"Welcome ma'am" Nalani nods at the greeting as the man leads the way into the villa.
Just as they step in the guard stops walking while she passes him a questioning gaze.
"I'll be right back ma'am" With that he excuses himself and she is left standing there.
Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Nalani starts walking down the corridor.
"If you ever call my number again, there'll be consequences, I'm sure you know who I am." A male voice threatens and before she can look who the voice belongs to she bumps into a figure.