Young women and men were seated outside the Faculty of Law, each minding their own business. Some were in study discussions, some were chatting with friends, and others were talking with their boyfriends. Suddenly, a sleek 2017 BMW drove in, capturing the attention of everyone present. It parked right in front of the faculty. Everyone fell silent, eyes glued to the car, eager to see who would emerge.
A sophisticated young man stepped out. He was dressed in a red polo shirt, yellow jeans, a yellow facing cap, and very expensive red flat loafers. His face was shielded by high-end black sunglasses, and a luxury watch adorned his wrist. One look told you that this man was the embodiment of wealth, comfort, and style. He was incredibly smart and handsome—the kind of attractive that makes any girl swallow hard.
In unison, the girls whispered, “Wow!”
Mufida asked, “Where is this handsome guy from? Whose son is he?”
Zainab answered, “That’s Imran Kabeer Mesikeli. He’s the son of Alhaji Kabeer Mesikeli, a man made of money. I’m sure you know the name.”
Another girl added, “Of course we know the name, but we’ve never seen him. So this is him? No wonder the girls in this city are crazy about him. He is polished to the core, though they say he is very arrogant and full of pride. But Zee, how do you know him?”
"He’s a big girl's boyfriend," Zee replied.
Binta chimed in, “You mean Sumy?”
"Yes, her. Lucky her! If she marries him, she’s hit the jackpot. Her father is wealthy too. But what is he doing at this school? Did he come to see her?" Everyone went silent because no one had the answer.
**Imran’s Perspective**
Imran pulled out his phone and dialed Sadiq. When Sadiq picked up, Imran said, “I’m inside the school. Where are you?”
Sadiq replied, “I'm with students in class giving a lecture, but I’ll be out in 20 minutes. Please wait for me.”
Exuding an air of importance, Imran said, “You know I can't wait. I’m leaving. Call me when you're through.”
Sadiq quickly pleaded, “Please don’t leave, Imran. Just wait for me, please!”
Imran snapped, “The problem is I have nowhere to wait, and I won't just sit in the car.”
Sadiq suggested, “Then go to the cafeteria and wait for me there.”
Imran hung up and headed to the cafeteria. He ordered a malt drink and pizza, eating with a refined, almost bored elegance, as if even chewing was a chore.
**Enter Safna**
A beautiful girl entered the cafeteria with her friends. She walked in front, and they followed. One look at her told you she was the definition of style. She walked with the poise of a princess, a stride that demanded the attention of everyone watching. With an air of authority, she found a place to sit. Since they entered, the other girls' eyes had been on Imran, but Safna didn't even cast a glance in his direction.
One of the staff came to take their order. Safna looked at her friends and told them to order whatever they wanted. Naila and Fatima ordered shawarma and Coke; Bilkisu and Najwa ordered pizza and ice cream. Safna, however, said she didn't want anything but a bottle of Faro water. She spent the time chatting on her phone. When it was time to pay, she asked for the bill. It was 10,000 Naira. She immediately handed over ten brand-new 1,000 Naira notes. "Let's go, girls," she said with class. They got up to leave, and Bilkisu even tripped because she was too busy staring at Imran.
Imran had been watching them since they arrived. He expected them to stare at him, as everyone usually did. What shocked him was how Safna completely ignored him. In his life, no woman—no matter how beautiful—had ever ignored him like that. He knew he was gifted with good looks, and her indifference stung his pride.
**The Conversation with Sadiq**
As Safna and her friends left, Sadiq walked in and joked, “I am so sorry, my friend, for making you sit here.”
Imran brushed it off. “Don't worry. Shall we go, or do you want a drink?”
Sadiq said, “Let me just grab some water and we can leave.”
As they walked out, Imran asked Sadiq, “Did you see those girls who just left?”
Sadiq gave a mischievous laugh. “Today you are actually asking about girls?”
Imran frowned. “Stop laughing and answer me.”
Sadiq apologized, “Sorry, my friend. I know which one you want to know about. That’s Safna, but students call her the 'Swanky Lady.' She’s a 300-level Law student.”
Imran smiled and said, “That’s all I needed. Let’s go.”
As they reached the car, many girls were still staring at Imran. Just as he was about to start the engine, a girl named Sumy approached him theatrically. “Haba, Brother Imran! You came all the way to this school and didn't even look for me?”
In his smooth, cool voice, he said, “Sorry, Sumy. I forgot you were even at this school.”
Using her charms, she asked, “Where are you going now?”
“Home.”
“Please, stay a while so we can chat.”
Imran replied arrogantly, “You know I don't like talking much. This short conversation has already tired me out. I'm going.”
Without waiting for an answer, he sped off. Sumy stood there, feeling proud that everyone saw her talking to a "Golden Boy" like Imran, even though he had just brushed her off.
**The Pursuit of Safna**
A month passed. Imran was restless; he wanted to see Safna again. He found out her lecture schedule and showed up at BUK in his luxury Lexus, dressed to impress. He waited in his car, listening to music behind tinted glass.
Safna and her friend Maryam came out of their lecture. Safna was dressed in a lemon-green gown with orange accents, looking regal. She sat down, exhausted, and sent Maryam to get water.
Imran approached her. Before he even reached her, the scent of his expensive designer perfume reached her. He gave her his most charming smile. “Peace be upon you.”
Safna looked up, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. She wondered if he was a human or a spirit, he was so handsome. But she kept her cool. “And peace be upon you too.”
“Can I sit here, please?”
"Why not?" she replied, without looking at him.
"I've been waiting for your call for a month," he said, looking into her eyes.
She gave him a sharp look. “Did I say I would call you?”
Imran feigned a hurt expression. “Oh, sorry. You're right, you didn't. It was a slip of the tongue.”
His playfulness made her want to laugh. He continued in a soft "bedroom voice," asking to be her friend because she was unique and had “class.”
"Have you ever seen a true friendship between a man and a woman?" she challenged.
He laughed. “Then I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Safna hesitated. He was beautiful and wealthy, but he seemed arrogant. Was he serious or just playing? She eventually agreed to "think about it" and gave him her number.
**The Conflict and the Bodyguards**
Later, Imran told his friend Sadiq that he was thinking of leaving Safna because she refused to let him visit her at home. Sadiq promised to talk to her.
When Sadiq met Safna at his office, he asked why she wouldn't let Imran visit. Safna explained, “My father warned me about boys. He visits me unexpectedly. If he catches me with a boy, he will send me back to the USA immediately. He’s very strict. He even hired bodyguards to watch me at school.”
She pointed out the window to some men in black suits standing near the VC's office. Sadiq looked at them and burst into a fit of laughter…
**(The story ends here on a cliffhanger regarding why Sadiq is laughing—likely because the "bodyguards" aren't what they seem, or he knows something Safna doesn't.)
This is a translation into English of the Hausa narrative provided, continuing the story of Safna (the Swanky Lady) and Imran.
Swanky Lady Safna: The Conflict and the Wedding
The Confrontation via Phone Safna took her mother’s phone and found Imran’s London number. She went to the backyard and called him. He picked up on the second ring and said respectfully, "Umma, good evening?" In a regal, commanding tone, she replied that it wasn't Umma. Imran (Salm) was startled, his heart racing at the sound of her voice. He softened his tone and said, "My Angel, how are you?" Safna thought to herself, “Listen to him calling me ‘My Angel,’ as if he isn't just trying to play with my mind.” Without answering his greeting, she said, "I called to tell you that I want to follow Umma to Dubai. We are going to shop for Maryam’s wedding items." "I don't agree," he replied shortly. In a fit of anger, Safna burst out, "Why are you so unfair? Why do you always hate my happiness and try to spite me? It’s been five months since our marriage, but it feels like a thousand years because of the lack of peace. Before you left for London, you spent two weeks without even checking on me. Then, you unfairly took your other wife and left without even saying goodbye! You've manipulated everyone into thinking you're a good man so they won't believe me. Imran, for God’s sake, you are a Muslim! Aren’t you afraid of Allah’s judgment for how you treat me? Do you want my heart to shatter? If I’m not your 'type,' then just divorce me! Why this cruelty?" She ended in tears. Panicked, Imran said, "Relax, Safna. Please, listen to me. I swear I love you. There is nothing in the world I love more than you. In fact, it's my extreme jealousy that makes me not want you to go to Dubai." Safna was shocked. "Love? Jealousy? Aren't you ashamed to say those words? You love me but fail to fulfill my marital rights? I'm tired of your oppression. Since you've turned all my guardians against me, I will take action myself. If you don't let me go to Dubai, I swear I will leave this town and disappear. When you're ready to divorce me, just give the papers to Umma..." "Hold on, Safna!" Imran interrupted, terrified. "Please don’t do anything rash. I'm begging you. Go ahead, go with them. We will talk more when I return. I know you don't believe me now, but I ask one favor: when you go to the markets, please wear your hijab and niqab (veil), for God’s sake." Safna hung up without answering. Dubai and the Return After the call, Imran’s heart was entirely back in Nigeria. He missed Safna dearly. He called Maryam and told her not to book a hotel in Dubai; they should stay at his father’s house there, which he had prepared with servants. He also provided a driver for them. They spent four days in Dubai shopping and returned to Nigeria. A few days later, they set up the bridal house for Maryam in Hotoro. The Transformation A Sudanese beautician was hired to prepare both Maryam and Safna for the wedding. They stayed indoors for a week undergoing traditional skin treatments. Their skin became as soft and radiant as a newborn baby’s. The day before the "Kamu" ceremony, Imran arrived back in Nigeria. The Wedding Festivities The celebrations began in earnest. Imran was busy organizing the venue and guest accommodations, so he missed the first event. The next day was the dinner. Imran took charge of the entire event at Rose Flower Sweet and Bakery. He dressed in a magnificent sky-blue dry lace. His second wife, Fareeda, insisted on coming along. When Imran tried to stop her, she cried and complained to his mother, who forced him to take her. At Safna’s side, everyone was busy. Maryam wore orange, and Safna wore a stunning "pusher pink" outfit. Safna was the last to arrive at the event after locking up the house. The Jealousy at the Party When Safna walked into the hall with the grace of a princess, all eyes—especially Imran’s—were on her. He hadn't seen her in two months. His friend Bash, who had once been told Safna was single, was confused. Imran felt a burning jealousy, wishing he could pluck out the eyes of everyone staring at her. During the dancing, Safna began spraying the couple with brand-new 100 Naira notes. Bash joined in and started spraying Safna with 200 Naira notes. Startled, Safna tried to leave the floor, but Bash blocked her. "Why are you leaving? I’m not done yet," he teased. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Safna’s arm and forcefully pulled her out of the hall. It was Imran. Bash, confused, asked another friend, "What's wrong with your brother-in-law? Why won't he let me court that girl? Does he want her for himself?" The friend laughed. "That's his first wife!" Bash was stunned. "His wife? When did that happen?" "It was a secret wedding." Fareeda saw Imran dragging Safna away by the hand. She tried to follow, but by the time she got outside, Imran had already put Safna in the car and sped off. The Reconciliation? Imran drove Safna to his house. He locked the door and sat down, holding his head. "What do you want?" Safna snapped. "I am the host for the guests, and I'm done living in this house of misery. Open the door." Imran looked at her with red eyes. "I deserve every name you call me, Safna. I haven't been fair. But I swear, I love you more than anyone in the world. Everything I did was out of stubbornness, but I never stopped wanting you." He knelt before her. "I have changed. Please forgive me. I never thought I’d fall for someone ‘common,’ but your love changed my life." Safna was moved by his vulnerability but remained firm. "Unless you're talking about divorce, I don't want to hear it. Take me home." He stood up. "Let's go." At the door, he pulled her close. "Do you really think I can let you go? Please don't ask for a divorce again." He looked at her with "sexy eyes," and Safna felt her anger melting. Imran had a charm that made it hard to stay mad at him. The Aftermath They went to Umma’s house, where Safna provided food for Imran, as he hadn't eaten all day. Fareeda, meanwhile, was furious. She called her mother to report Imran’s behavior. Her mother picked her up and told Imran’s mother that Fareeda wouldn't return to his house because of the disrespect. Imran, seeing 30 missed calls on his phone, called Fareeda and warned her: "I'm tired of you reporting me to my mother. If I want to divorce you, no one can stop me. Stay at your mother’s for a week. If you don't, I'll divorce you." Fareeda was left in tears. Back at Home After Maryam’s wedding, Safna finally returned to Imran’s house. Although she cooked for him and they shared a room, she remained cold and refused to let him touch her. Imran, desperate for her affection, even started helping her with the dishes to show he had changed. "I am ready to endure any insult from you as long as you stay as my wife," he told her. "Just don't ask for divorce." One night, after a day of shopping and visiting friends, Imran couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. As Safna slept in a pink armless nightgown, he climbed into bed and began to embrace her passionately. Safna woke up startled. "What is this?" "Please, Safna, help me," he pleaded. "I've tried to suppress my feelings, but I can't even sleep. Please help me." "And when I was in distress, did you help me?" she retorted. "Is your trouble the only one that matters?" The story continues as they navigate the deep scars of their past and Imran's attempt to win back her heart.
Setting: Bayero University, Kano (BUK)**
Young women and men were seated outside the Faculty of Law, each minding their own business. Some were in study discussions, some were chatting with friends, and others were talking with their boyfriends. Suddenly, a sleek 2017 BMW drove in, capturing the attention of everyone present. It parked right in front of the faculty. Everyone fell silent, eyes glued to the car, eager to see who would emerge.
A sophisticated young man stepped out. He was dressed in a red polo shirt, yellow jeans, a yellow facing cap, and very expensive red flat loafers. His face was shielded by high-end black sunglasses, and a luxury watch adorned his wrist. One look told you that this man was the embodiment of wealth, comfort, and style. He was incredibly smart and handsome—the kind of attractive that makes any girl swallow hard.
In unison, the girls whispered, “Wow!”
Mufida asked, “Where is this handsome guy from? Whose son is he?”
Zainab answered, “That’s Imran Kabeer Mesikeli. He’s the son of Alhaji Kabeer Mesikeli, a man made of money. I’m sure you know the name.”
Another girl added, “Of course we know the name, but we’ve never seen him. So this is him? No wonder the girls in this city are crazy about him. He is polished to the core, though they say he is very arrogant and full of pride. But Zee, how do you know him?”
"He’s a big girl's boyfriend," Zee replied.
Binta chimed in, “You mean Sumy?”
"Yes, her. Lucky her! If she marries him, she’s hit the jackpot. Her father is wealthy too. But what is he doing at this school? Did he come to see her?" Everyone went silent because no one had the answer.
**Imran’s Perspective**
Imran pulled out his phone and dialed Sadiq. When Sadiq picked up, Imran said, “I’m inside the school. Where are you?”
Sadiq replied, “I'm with students in class giving a lecture, but I’ll be out in 20 minutes. Please wait for me.”
Exuding an air of importance, Imran said, “You know I can't wait. I’m leaving. Call me when you're through.”
Sadiq quickly pleaded, “Please don’t leave, Imran. Just wait for me, please!”
Imran snapped, “The problem is I have nowhere to wait, and I won't just sit in the car.”
Sadiq suggested, “Then go to the cafeteria and wait for me there.”
Imran hung up and headed to the cafeteria. He ordered a malt drink and pizza, eating with a refined, almost bored elegance, as if even chewing was a chore.
**Enter Safna**
A beautiful girl entered the cafeteria with her friends. She walked in front, and they followed. One look at her told you she was the definition of style. She walked with the poise of a princess, a stride that demanded the attention of everyone watching. With an air of authority, she found a place to sit. Since they entered, the other girls' eyes had been on Imran, but Safna didn't even cast a glance in his direction.
One of the staff came to take their order. Safna looked at her friends and told them to order whatever they wanted. Naila and Fatima ordered shawarma and Coke; Bilkisu and Najwa ordered pizza and ice cream. Safna, however, said she didn't want anything but a bottle of Faro water. She spent the time chatting on her phone. When it was time to pay, she asked for the bill. It was 10,000 Naira. She immediately handed over ten brand-new 1,000 Naira notes. "Let's go, girls," she said with class. They got up to leave, and Bilkisu even tripped because she was too busy staring at Imran.
Imran had been watching them since they arrived. He expected them to stare at him, as everyone usually did. What shocked him was how Safna completely ignored him. In his life, no woman—no matter how beautiful—had ever ignored him like that. He knew he was gifted with good looks, and her indifference stung his pride.
**The Conversation with Sadiq**
As Safna and her friends left, Sadiq walked in and joked, “I am so sorry, my friend, for making you sit here.”
Imran brushed it off. “Don't worry. Shall we go, or do you want a drink?”
Sadiq said, “Let me just grab some water and we can leave.”
As they walked out, Imran asked Sadiq, “Did you see those girls who just left?”
Sadiq gave a mischievous laugh. “Today you are actually asking about girls?”
Imran frowned. “Stop laughing and answer me.”
Sadiq apologized, “Sorry, my friend. I know which one you want to know about. That’s Safna, but students call her the 'Swanky Lady.' She’s a 300-level Law student.”
Imran smiled and said, “That’s all I needed. Let’s go.”
As they reached the car, many girls were still staring at Imran. Just as he was about to start the engine, a girl named Sumy approached him theatrically. “Haba, Brother Imran! You came all the way to this school and didn't even look for me?”
In his smooth, cool voice, he said, “Sorry, Sumy. I forgot you were even at this school.”
Using her charms, she asked, “Where are you going now?”
“Home.”
“Please, stay a while so we can chat.”
Imran replied arrogantly, “You know I don't like talking much. This short conversation has already tired me out. I'm going.”
Without waiting for an answer, he sped off. Sumy stood there, feeling proud that everyone saw her talking to a "Golden Boy" like Imran, even though he had just brushed her off.
**The Pursuit of Safna**
A month passed. Imran was restless; he wanted to see Safna again. He found out her lecture schedule and showed up at BUK in his luxury Lexus, dressed to impress. He waited in his car, listening to music behind tinted glass.
Safna and her friend Maryam came out of their lecture. Safna was dressed in a lemon-green gown with orange accents, looking regal. She sat down, exhausted, and sent Maryam to get water.
Imran approached her. Before he even reached her, the scent of his expensive designer perfume reached her. He gave her his most charming smile. “Peace be upon you.”
Safna looked up, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. She wondered if he was a human or a spirit, he was so handsome. But she kept her cool. “And peace be upon you too.”
“Can I sit here, please?”
"Why not?" she replied, without looking at him.
"I've been waiting for your call for a month," he said, looking into her eyes.
She gave him a sharp look. “Did I say I would call you?”
Imran feigned a hurt expression. “Oh, sorry. You're right, you didn't. It was a slip of the tongue.”
His playfulness made her want to laugh. He continued in a soft "bedroom voice," asking to be her friend because she was unique and had “class.”
"Have you ever seen a true friendship between a man and a woman?" she challenged.
He laughed. “Then I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Safna hesitated. He was beautiful and wealthy, but he seemed arrogant. Was he serious or just playing? She eventually agreed to "think about it" and gave him her number.
**The Conflict and the Bodyguards**
Later, Imran told his friend Sadiq that he was thinking of leaving Safna because she refused to let him visit her at home. Sadiq promised to talk to her.
When Sadiq met Safna at his office, he asked why she wouldn't let Imran visit. Safna explained, “My father warned me about boys. He visits me unexpectedly. If he catches me with a boy, he will send me back to the USA immediately. He’s very strict. He even hired bodyguards to watch me at school.”
She pointed out the window to some men in black suits standing near the VC's office. Sadiq looked at them and burst into a fit of laughter…
**(The story ends here on a cliffhanger regarding why Sadiq is laughing—likely because the "bodyguards" aren't what they seem, or he knows something Safna doesn't.)
This is a translation into English of the Hausa narrative provided, continuing the story of Safna (the Swanky Lady) and Imran.
Swanky Lady Safna: The Conflict and the Wedding
The Confrontation via Phone
Safna took her mother’s phone and found Imran’s London number. She went to the backyard and called him. He picked up on the second ring and said respectfully, "Umma, good evening?"
In a regal, commanding tone, she replied that it wasn't Umma. Imran (Salm) was startled, his heart racing at the sound of her voice. He softened his tone and said, "My Angel, how are you?"
Safna thought to herself, “Listen to him calling me ‘My Angel,’ as if he isn't just trying to play with my mind.”
Without answering his greeting, she said, "I called to tell you that I want to follow Umma to Dubai. We are going to shop for Maryam’s wedding items."
"I don't agree," he replied shortly.
In a fit of anger, Safna burst out, "Why are you so unfair? Why do you always hate my happiness and try to spite me? It’s been five months since our marriage, but it feels like a thousand years because of the lack of peace. Before you left for London, you spent two weeks without even checking on me. Then, you unfairly took your other wife and left without even saying goodbye! You've manipulated everyone into thinking you're a good man so they won't believe me. Imran, for God’s sake, you are a Muslim! Aren’t you afraid of Allah’s judgment for how you treat me? Do you want my heart to shatter? If I’m not your 'type,' then just divorce me! Why this cruelty?" She ended in tears.
Panicked, Imran said, "Relax, Safna. Please, listen to me. I swear I love you. There is nothing in the world I love more than you. In fact, it's my extreme jealousy that makes me not want you to go to Dubai."
Safna was shocked. "Love? Jealousy? Aren't you ashamed to say those words? You love me but fail to fulfill my marital rights? I'm tired of your oppression. Since you've turned all my guardians against me, I will take action myself. If you don't let me go to Dubai, I swear I will leave this town and disappear. When you're ready to divorce me, just give the papers to Umma..."
"Hold on, Safna!" Imran interrupted, terrified. "Please don’t do anything rash. I'm begging you. Go ahead, go with them. We will talk more when I return. I know you don't believe me now, but I ask one favor: when you go to the markets, please wear your hijab and niqab (veil), for God’s sake."
Safna hung up without answering.
Dubai and the Return
After the call, Imran’s heart was entirely back in Nigeria. He missed Safna dearly. He called Maryam and told her not to book a hotel in Dubai; they should stay at his father’s house there, which he had prepared with servants. He also provided a driver for them.
They spent four days in Dubai shopping and returned to Nigeria. A few days later, they set up the bridal house for Maryam in Hotoro.
The Transformation
A Sudanese beautician was hired to prepare both Maryam and Safna for the wedding. They stayed indoors for a week undergoing traditional skin treatments. Their skin became as soft and radiant as a newborn baby’s. The day before the "Kamu" ceremony, Imran arrived back in Nigeria.
The Wedding Festivities
The celebrations began in earnest. Imran was busy organizing the venue and guest accommodations, so he missed the first event. The next day was the dinner. Imran took charge of the entire event at Rose Flower Sweet and Bakery.
He dressed in a magnificent sky-blue dry lace. His second wife, Fareeda, insisted on coming along. When Imran tried to stop her, she cried and complained to his mother, who forced him to take her.
At Safna’s side, everyone was busy. Maryam wore orange, and Safna wore a stunning "pusher pink" outfit. Safna was the last to arrive at the event after locking up the house.
The Jealousy at the Party
When Safna walked into the hall with the grace of a princess, all eyes—especially Imran’s—were on her. He hadn't seen her in two months. His friend Bash, who had once been told Safna was single, was confused. Imran felt a burning jealousy, wishing he could pluck out the eyes of everyone staring at her.
During the dancing, Safna began spraying the couple with brand-new 100 Naira notes. Bash joined in and started spraying Safna with 200 Naira notes. Startled, Safna tried to leave the floor, but Bash blocked her. "Why are you leaving? I’m not done yet," he teased.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Safna’s arm and forcefully pulled her out of the hall. It was Imran.
Bash, confused, asked another friend, "What's wrong with your brother-in-law? Why won't he let me court that girl? Does he want her for himself?"
The friend laughed. "That's his first wife!"
Bash was stunned. "His wife? When did that happen?"
"It was a secret wedding."
Fareeda saw Imran dragging Safna away by the hand. She tried to follow, but by the time she got outside, Imran had already put Safna in the car and sped off.
The Reconciliation?
Imran drove Safna to his house. He locked the door and sat down, holding his head.
"What do you want?" Safna snapped. "I am the host for the guests, and I'm done living in this house of misery. Open the door."
Imran looked at her with red eyes. "I deserve every name you call me, Safna. I haven't been fair. But I swear, I love you more than anyone in the world. Everything I did was out of stubbornness, but I never stopped wanting you." He knelt before her. "I have changed. Please forgive me. I never thought I’d fall for someone ‘common,’ but your love changed my life."
Safna was moved by his vulnerability but remained firm. "Unless you're talking about divorce, I don't want to hear it. Take me home."
He stood up. "Let's go." At the door, he pulled her close. "Do you really think I can let you go? Please don't ask for a divorce again." He looked at her with "sexy eyes," and Safna felt her anger melting. Imran had a charm that made it hard to stay mad at him.
The Aftermath
They went to Umma’s house, where Safna provided food for Imran, as he hadn't eaten all day. Fareeda, meanwhile, was furious. She called her mother to report Imran’s behavior. Her mother picked her up and told Imran’s mother that Fareeda wouldn't return to his house because of the disrespect.
Imran, seeing 30 missed calls on his phone, called Fareeda and warned her: "I'm tired of you reporting me to my mother. If I want to divorce you, no one can stop me. Stay at your mother’s for a week. If you don't, I'll divorce you." Fareeda was left in tears.
Back at Home
After Maryam’s wedding, Safna finally returned to Imran’s house. Although she cooked for him and they shared a room, she remained cold and refused to let him touch her. Imran, desperate for her affection, even started helping her with the dishes to show he had changed.
"I am ready to endure any insult from you as long as you stay as my wife," he told her. "Just don't ask for divorce."
One night, after a day of shopping and visiting friends, Imran couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. As Safna slept in a pink armless nightgown, he climbed into bed and began to embrace her passionately.
Safna woke up startled. "What is this?"
"Please, Safna, help me," he pleaded. "I've tried to suppress my feelings, but I can't even sleep. Please help me."
"And when I was in distress, did you help me?" she retorted. "Is your trouble the only one that matters?"
The story continues as they navigate the deep scars of their past and Imran's attempt to win back her heart.