Harijin Tsoho Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Promise, A Secret, and a Painful Revelation
Her mind went into overdrive while his heart drifted into deep thoughts about things that had happened in the past. If he had not forgotten, Zahra had once sworn that she would never bring her virginity into his home if he refused to withdraw the issue of marrying her. So if that was the case, why had he just heard her swear that she had never known any man in her life? Then what about all her outings—her staying in his house as his wife while going out to clubs and other reckless places? Where had she really been going?
Every morning when she returned from her night outings, she would perform a ritual bath before praying. What kind of bath was she taking if it was not after sleeping with someone? What did all this mean? Had she truly remained a virgin all those years she lived in his house?
Unable to find answers to his questions, he slowly rolled away from her, turned to the other side of the bed, and closed his eyes.
Zahra, who had begun to feel the pain of her first night with Uncle Abu Ayman, noticed that he had withdrawn without taking her virginity. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
He pulled the blanket over himself and switched on the bedside lamp. Their eyes met.
“Zahra, why did you bring your virginity into my marriage home?” he asked seriously.
She smiled shyly and lowered her head. “Because you are the one who deserves it, Uncle—as my husband.”
“Being your husband is not enough reason for you to bring it to me. Virginity is given to the one who is loved. And you and I both know there has never been love between us. I am not worthy of your virginity, Zahra,” he said as he attempted to get off the bed.
In panic, Zahra grabbed his hand, her voice trembling. “Uncle, please forgive me. I made mistakes in the past, but living with you has made me realize you are the best for me. I swear no one deserves it more than you.” Tears streamed down her face.
He smiled faintly. “You once said that even if I married you, your virginity would be given away elsewhere and I would only get what remained. I married you believing that. Why now bring it to the home of an old man with the heart of a child?”
She shut her eyes and burst into tears. For so long she had disrespected him, and he had never even looked at her the way he did tonight—on the very night she had planned to surprise him with the gift of her virginity, believing it would increase his love for her, just like in the novels and films she had seen. But reality was different.
“Uncle, believe me. There is no man in this world I love more than you. Forgive me for everything I did,” she cried.
He cupped her face gently. “I built my feelings for you around the careless Zahra, not this perfect version. If you truly want me to believe you, then give your virginity to the one you love and return to me as you once promised. We must never forget our promises; we will be questioned about them on the Day of Judgment.”
With that, he left her room for his own.
She collapsed, crying bitterly. What kind of strange fate was this—that a husband would refuse his wife’s virginity and ask her to give it away before accepting her as his wife? Yet she knew she had brought this upon herself. He was not at fault. She had followed her heart’s deception and her love for Habib, and now her husband seemed ready to slip away from her just as Habib once had.
Her father had sworn that if she ever left her husband, she should never call him father again.
“What have I done to my life?” she sobbed.
Seeing that tears would not help, she rose and followed him to his room without even bothering to dress. She found him lying on his bed, restless.
He did not realize she had followed him until he felt her against him. She touched him intimately, but though he felt pleasure, he stopped her by holding her hand.
“Uncle, please let me calm you. Don’t think about the past anymore,” she pleaded softly.
He closed his eyes; her pleading voice weakened him. Slowly he sat up, looking at her with eyes heavy with desire.
“Zahra, didn’t we finish talking earlier? Why did you follow me?”
“Since you married me, you have never slept apart from me. Why tonight? Do you think I can sleep without you?” she cried.
He smiled. “Because I didn’t know you were a virgin. That’s why I agreed we share a bed. But now that I know, we must separate from today.”
She lay against him, weeping. “I swear I will not sleep anywhere without you.”
“You are naked and crushing my old bones. Please get down before you push me too far,” he teased lightly.
“You were the one who removed my clothes,” she replied, moving closer.
“Then go and bring them back so I can dress you again.”
She left briefly to get new sleepwear—the previous ones had been ruined earlier.
While she was gone, he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. Warm water ran over his body.
When Zahra returned and found him absent from the bed, she heard the water and understood he was bathing. She entered the bathroom just as he often did when she was bathing.
He stood under the running water, his back to her. She admired his strong physique—only his graying hair and beard revealed that he was fifty years old.
She walked behind him, embraced him, and rested her head against his back. Her closeness made him sigh deeply. He turned to face her.
Their foreheads touched; their breaths mingled. She looked up at him with gentle eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You’re pushing too much, baby,” he murmured.
“Then do what is right,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.
He answered only with a smile, held her close, and they finished bathing. Carrying her in his arms, he placed her on the bed and went to the mirror to tidy himself before lying down.
She climbed onto him playfully. “Uncle, aren’t you going to get me ready too?”
“Zahra, I have work early tomorrow. Please, it’s late—let me sleep,” he said.
She began to cry again, stamping her feet on the bed until he finally rose to calm her before attempting to sleep.