Kyalkyalin Kauna Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Late Night Arrival at the Hottest Club in Abuja
 
At exactly 1:30 AM on a buzzing Friday night in Abuja, a sleek, white Benz pulls up at the jam-packed parking lot of Experience Club, the most exclusive and high-end club in the city. Despite the lot's size—comparable to a whole village—it’s filled to capacity due to weekend excitement. The driver, Maheer, a handsome, well-dressed man in his mid-thirties with Fulani features, finally finds a spot as someone pulls out.
 
Dressed in designer jeans and a classy shirt, he steps out and walks toward the club's heavily guarded entrance, distractedly scrolling through his phone. At the gate, four large security men in black and armed with rifles immediately recognize him and greet respectfully, “Welcome, sir.” With a nod, he proceeds through the high-tech security door that requests an access card. After a moment of panic thinking he forgot it, he retrieves it from his pocket, swipes it, and is granted entry.
 
A Club Like No Other
 
The interior of Experience is like a different country altogether. Nothing about it feels Nigerian—it’s pure luxury, chaos, and hedonism: strippers dancing on poles, people spraying dollars, designer drinks being passed around, exotic shisha and vape clouds, and elite patrons engaging in every form of pleasure. Security personnel are strategically posted around like statues with communication gear, all silently monitoring the environment.
 
Maheer ascends to the second floor and heads to a private office guarded by two massive men. When he asks if Pablo is in, they confirm, and without knocking, he enters.
 
Meeting Pablo – The Drug Lord
 
Inside is Pablo, a striking black man with a body sculpted like a god—tall, muscular, impeccably groomed, and wearing branded casual wear. He sits behind a transparent office table, typing rapidly on a MacBook, unfazed by Maheer’s entrance.
 
Pablo—whose real name seems to be Maheer Escobar—is no ordinary man. He's a symbol of power, mystery, and danger. Despite his intimidating presence, he's captivating, the kind of man every woman desires and every man fears. He doesn't respond immediately but focuses on his screen as Nas, the visitor, takes a seat and stares at him in awe.
 
Eventually, Maheer speaks without looking up: “How is my shipment, Nas?” Nas, who seems caught off guard, snaps out of his admiration and replies that the shipment will arrive in Lagos the next day by 3:00 PM and should reach them a day later. Maheer listens calmly, then continues working.
 
Cocaine, Discipline, and Mystery
 
As the conversation progresses, Nas gets distracted by a 40g pack of cocaine on the table. He tests a small amount and raves about its quality, claiming it sent waves through his spine and brain. Maheer, however, gives him a deadly glare, reminding him, “You don’t get high on duty.”
 
Their conversation is interrupted by repeated calls on Maheer’s custom gold iPhone 14 Pro Max, saved under the name Hajiya. Despite the persistent ringing, Maheer ignores it. Nas teases him about how Boss (the woman on the phone) is obsessed with him and how only Maheer, among over 200 men working for her, has such a hold on her.
 
Maheer remains stone-faced and eventually tells Nas to leave.
 
The Club Manager Reports a Shortage
 
Right after Nas’s exit, the club’s manager enters, dressed sharply, and reports that the club is out of Ecstasy (XTC) and Liquid X (GHB)—essential drugs for their high-end patrons. Nas is surprised since the last dose was distributed just a day ago. Maheer, with a calm but authoritative demeanor, grabs his Glock 17 Gen 4, tucks it into his waistband, and leads the way to the club’s upper-level supply/kitchen area.
 
The Lab – Cooking the Drugs
 
Inside a large, sterile kitchen, Maheer dons a black apron and begins preparing the Liquid X himself, mixing substances like a professional chemist. Nas watches in silent admiration, aware that Maheer is not just a supplier but a genius in drug chemistry. For 30 years Nas has known him, he has never seen Maheer talk to a woman aside from Boss. The rumors are strong—everyone suspects they’re romantically involved, even if they hide it.
 
To Nas, Maheer is the empire—the bloodline of their operation, the mind behind it all. If he ever leaves, everything will collapse. That's why even Boss—the feared leader of the empire—can't bring herself to cross him.
 
The Call from the Queenpin
 
Nas’s phone rings again. It’s Boss, aka Hajiya, the woman who controls the drug empire. Nas answers with exaggerated respect: “Ranki shi dade, Boss, Hajiyar mu, Maman mu.” She asks to speak directly with Maheer. Nas walks into the kitchen and offers the phone to Maheer, who glances at the screen with disdain.
 
“Who is it?” he mutters coldly.
 
“Boss ce, Oga.” Nas replies with a nervous laugh.
 
Maheer ignores the phone for nearly a full minute, focused on stirring the liquid drug. Eventually, he orders: “Tell her I’m busy.” Nas, stunned, obeys.
 
The moment becomes tenser when Boss commands from the other end of the line: “Naseer, leave the phone and step out. I want to speak to him alone.” Nas obeys immediately, placing the phone on the table and walking out, closing the door behind him.