Muwaddat Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Restless Thoughts of Muwaddat
 
Aishatul Muwaddat lay awake on her fine Italian bed, not sleeping but lost in deep thoughts of Muhammad Auwal. He had become the constant rhythm of her heart, her only occupation whenever she was alone. She thought endlessly of his physique, his way of life, and above all, his mesmerizing voice that pierced her soul.
 
With a heavy sigh, she reached for her phone and dialed his number. After two rings, his familiar calm voice answered, “Hello, Aysha nah...” Hearing his voice made her close her eyes, releasing a breath that sent waves through her entire body.
 
Neither spoke at first; only the sound of breathing filled the silence, echoing the pull of their connection. Finally, he broke the silence, sensing her hesitation. “Aysha nah, you called me, but you are quiet. My heart tells me there’s something troubling you. Tell me, please.”
 
Her pride and shyness tied her tongue, but he pressed gently, insisting she open up. At last, she whispered, “Babu komai... I only called to greet you.” He chuckled softly, not convinced. “Ban yarda ba. Your heart hides something.” She gave no reply, and he finally suggested, “Let’s continue on WhatsApp.” He ended the call, leaving her trembling with unspoken emotions.
 
Confessions Through Messages
 
Without wasting time, Muwaddat turned on her data and recorded a voice note. Her voice shook as she said, “Auwal, my brother, how are you? I hope all is well, unlike me. I feel empty without you near...” Her heart raced as she hit send.
 
Soon his reply arrived. She pressed her earphones close and heard his passionate voice: “Muwaddat, I knew something troubled you. Wallahi, I don’t feel myself because of this distance. It’s as if my life has lost energy. Please, tell me how you truly feel about me.”
 
Her silence grew heavy. Instead of sending another voice, she typed: “Uhmmm, share kawai. Thank you for your care. Nothing is wrong.”
 
He disagreed instantly. “A’a! I won’t accept that. Tell me, or I will cry 😭😭.” His playful emoji made her smile. She lingered on his profile picture, staring at his lips and eyes, imagining the taste of his kiss. She zoomed in, staring for minutes before teasing him: “Why do you never look into the camera when taking pictures?”
 
“Because of fear,” he replied, then teased, “Or do you want me to face the camera so you can admire my lips?” She rolled her eyes with an emoji, but her heart throbbed at his words.
 
Then his tone shifted, soft and pleading: “Muwaddat... dan Allah, I need your help for a project here in London. It requires the body figure of a young woman. I don’t know who else can help me.” Curious, she typed, “What is it, M.A.?”
 
After hesitation, he confessed: “It’s your breasts I want to see now... please, don’t say no.”
 
A Dangerous Request
 
His message shook her. She read it again and again, more than ten times, until the words engraved themselves in her mind. She had promised to help him, believing it was tied to his studies. Now she was trapped between her vow and the shocking nature of his request.
 
Finally, with a sigh, she muttered, “Sha kuruminka, dan kanina,” and slowly lifted her long gown. Her firm, round breasts glistened as she exposed them, capturing the image and sending it to him.
 
Within seconds, his voice note arrived with uncontrollable passion. “Aishatul Muwaddat! Wallahi, those breasts... wayyo Allah! Just like I imagined, nipples standing tall... please, when I return, don’t deny me. Let me drink from them. Let me feel the warmth of your body.” His voice cracked with desire, begging her to promise him intimacy when he came back.
 
Muwaddat typed sternly, though her hands trembled: “Wallahi, I have no such desire. I only sent them for your project. You cannot see or touch them in reality unless through marriage. If you are lucky to marry a wife with such, fine. If not, accept your fate.”
 
Her words pierced him. He sulked, writing in a low tone, “Muwaddat, you have no mercy. Even if you refuse, I swear one day I will have them. Unless we never meet again.”
 
Just then, her father’s call interrupted. She rushed to answer, realizing she had not greeted him that morning. She quickly excused herself from Auwal and went downstairs to her father’s sitting room.
 
Portrait of Muwaddat
 
Muwaddat was a young woman loved by all, envied by some. Her beauty was striking — not pale but a glowing chocolate complexion, tall with a graceful, well-shaped body, neither too slim nor too heavy. Her sparkling eyes, pointed nose, and perfectly curved lips gave her an angelic look.
 
Her teeth were spotless white, her presence radiant with elegance and hidden mischief. Though not always playful in public, she showered her parents with childlike affection, melting hearts effortlessly.
 
In many ways, she and Muhammad Auwal resembled each other, two souls bound by uncanny likeness — except that he was fair-skinned, while she bore the rich chocolate hue. Both carried beauty and charm, each incomplete without the other.