Fansata Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Crime Scene
 
Room 200 inside Mandala Hotel, Germany—police officers moved cautiously, blood trailing from the doorway into the room. The senior officer entered, eyes falling on a corpse lying lifeless in the toilet, blood pooling around. Shock registered on his face; this was no ordinary killing.
 
Another officer entered. “Take the body to the lab,” the commander ordered. “Check every corner—this murderer must have left a trace.”
“Yes, sir,” came the response, and the forensic team began collecting evidence.
 
CCTV Footage
 
The officer then asked the hotel manager to produce all CCTV footage, especially around Room 200. Inside the control room, cameras from the previous day were reviewed. One face stood out—a young woman whose movements appeared suspicious.
 
“Find this girl,” the commander ordered.
The manager checked the guest records. “Her name is Naiinah Sharwaz, twenty years old, Indian, staying in Room 309. She checked in on May 10. Today makes it her second night.”
 
They went to her room. After repeated knocks without response, the manager used his card key. The room was clean, neat, and empty. A call to reception confirmed she checked out at 4:15 a.m. that very morning.
 
The officer demanded her photographs and the surveillance clips be forwarded immediately. Learning that the hotel owner was away in Morocco, he left for headquarters.
 
The Victim
 
At the forensics office, the body of the deceased man lay still. “His name is Hassan Daheer, a 50–55-year-old Nigerian businessman,” an investigator reported. “He was poisoned through a drink. When the poison failed to kill instantly, the killer smothered him with a pillow. Tests confirm traces of a young woman’s blood, age approximately twenty-five, on his hand.”
 
The commander nodded grimly. His phone rang—time to regroup. In the briefing room, footage of the suspect was played. Naiinah’s fair face, long black hair, and glasses appeared on the screen. She was booked on a 6:00 p.m. flight out of Germany. Orders went out immediately: spread her image across airports, stop her at all costs.
 
Escape
 
At Frankfurt Airport, officers spread out, scrutinizing every passenger. Yet Naiinah slipped through unnoticed. By 6:00 p.m., the plane departed for Nigeria. The police were certain now—the killer had escaped.
 
Meanwhile, aboard the aircraft, Naiinah sat calmly, dressed stylishly with a small headscarf. She smiled darkly, whispering to herself, “I’ll have my revenge. I’ll reclaim what was stolen from me.”
 
Arrival in Abuja
 
At Abuja Airport, passengers disembarked. Naiinah walked out, holding a small bag, smiling at the city drenched in the aftermath of rain. A car awaited her; a driver picked her up and drove her to a large mansion in Garki.
 
Inside, Hajiya Areefah, a wealthy matriarch, relaxed with fruits and television. A call came—news that disturbed her. She prepared hurriedly to leave for Germany with her son Abeed and daughter Babe.
 
Grief in Abuja
 
Hours later, the family viewed Hassan Daheer’s corpse. Hajiya Areefah wept uncontrollably, supported by Abeed. The funeral was arranged swiftly. Before leaving Germany, they confirmed suspicions that the killer, Naiinah, was in Nigeria.
 
Back in Abuja, mourners filled the compound. Babe, playful and innocent, played in the garden until a strange woman lured her with a promise of a teddy bear. Within moments, the child was drugged, carried into a car, and driven away.
 
Kidnapping
 
Naiinah drove fast, leaving Abuja and heading towards Kano. At Nasarawa G.R.A, she entered a house where men welcomed her. Babe regained consciousness, frightened, crying for her mother. Naiinah silenced her with a deadly glare.
 
Inside, Naiinah celebrated her success. She had Babe, and she had stolen important documents from Hassan’s home—proof of the wealth and secrets she intended to claim.
 
Chaos at Home
 
Back in Abuja, Abeed discovered his father’s room ransacked. Important files were missing. Guards swore no intruder had entered. Areefah realized the truth: Naiinah had been inside. Panic spread—without evidence, they were helpless.
 
Meanwhile, Naiinah recorded videos of Babe crying for her family and sent them via WhatsApp to Abeed. Rage consumed him, but he was powerless.
 
The Villain’s Resolve
 
Alone, Naiinah reflected on her mission. Tears rolled as she remembered her losses, but hatred and vengeance steeled her heart. “I’ll take back what belongs to me. They’ll all pay.”
 
In her hideout, she plotted the next move—claiming Hassan’s fortune and destroying the family she blamed for her suffering.