Me & My Lion Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Unexpected Entry and Sudden Fear
 
She ran into the parlor without stopping her calls. Inside his bedroom, he had just finished undressing when he heard her soft voice calling out, “My Lion.” He hissed quietly, glancing toward the door just as she opened it and stepped in.
“Why didn’t you lock the door?” she asked softly, smiling.
“I didn’t expect anyone,” he replied, slightly embarrassed.
Her eyes fell on him — bare chest glistening under the dim light. She turned her face away immediately, her cheeks flushed.
 
He smirked and reached for his towel. “Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he teased.
She bit her lip, then laughed nervously. “I’m not shy… I just didn’t expect to see this,” she said, gesturing playfully.
He chuckled, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Then next time, knock before coming in, my lady.”
Their eyes met for a brief, intense moment before she looked away. “You left your phone in the living room,” she said, placing it on the table and slowly walking out.
 
Unspoken Tension
 
He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking. There was something about her — her innocence, her calmness, her scent — that disturbed his peace. He stood up, put on a shirt, and followed her into the parlor.
 
She was seated on the couch, scrolling through her phone. He stopped beside her. “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” he said in a low tone.
She looked up, smiled faintly. “I missed you, that’s why.”
He blinked. “At this hour?”
Her smile faded. “You don’t want me here?”
He sighed and sat down beside her. “You know it’s not that. It’s just… risky.”
 
A short silence followed. Only the sound of the ticking clock filled the room. She looked at him again, her voice trembling. “I don’t care about the risk.”
He turned sharply toward her. “What are you saying?”
“I just want to be here,” she whispered.
 
The Moment Between Them
 
He leaned back, unsure what to say. Her words echoed in his mind. Then, she shifted closer, her hand brushing his. He froze, feeling the warmth of her fingers.
 
“Why are you always so serious?” she asked softly.
He smiled faintly. “Because you make me forget how to be calm.”
She laughed quietly, then stood up, moving toward the window. The rain outside had stopped, leaving only the sound of distant thunder.
When she turned back to face him, their eyes locked again — the same spark, the same silence heavy with meaning.
 
He stood slowly and walked toward her. “You should go home,” he said gently.
She looked into his eyes, hesitant. “If I go now, will you still think of me?”
He smiled sadly. “That’s the problem — I already do.”
 
She lowered her gaze, then turned toward the door. Just before leaving, she looked back one last time and said, “Goodnight, my Lion.”
 
He watched her disappear through the door, his heart heavier than before.