Rawanin Zalinci Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

The Subject of Beauty
Despite the intense fear in her heart, it didn't stop her from lifting her head to gaze at him, starting from his lion chest up to his beautiful, full, attention-grabbing neck.
She could barely move her eyes, yet she persisted in looking at his face up close to confirm whether he was human or not, because she had never seen a beauty like him.
She spent at least one minute looking at the Black Tiger tattoo etched on his lion chest. The design was flawless, with the black leopard's jaws wide open. Its large, human-terrifying teeth were beautifully drawn. She felt a dreadful plummeting in her stomach just looking at the leopard's fangs.
When her gaze landed on his heart-shaped romance-pink lips, she paused completely, staring at them with intense scrutiny. Even an enemy, seeing them, would know they were attractive and captivating, worthy of dying for. They had an incredible shine, as if he'd applied lip balm. Truly, their beauty was beyond your imagination. Without a doubt, God had created a marvel here; all we can say is Masha Allah.
With her characteristic boldness, she barely managed to tear her eyes from his lips, moving up to his romance nose, which was long but not sharp—just right and captivating. Indeed, his skin was captivating to behold. This proved that he had never been exposed to the sun; it was clear he had been hidden since childhood. Only now did I understand the reason his father hid him: his beauty was excessive and could draw public gossip and people's attention. If he came out, he would stop every woman who looked at him from performing any task, disturbing the peace of their hearts. That's why his father had hidden him for so many years. But in my opinion, Princess Teema Ato, we don't know his father's true reason. What we know is that everything has a reason, and it seemed their reason was very compelling.
She gazed at the beautiful black curly sideburns bordering his cheeks. Ya Ilahi. She felt like reaching out to touch them without any fear. They lay smoothly on his mirror-like, glistening skin. The man was living comfortably.
Despite her intense scrutiny, he stood there, continuing what he was doing, as if unaware of any being in the vicinity, as if he wasn't the one who had drawn her before him with his magic.
He suddenly stopped creating the light he was working on when he saw her eyes land in his own. He had never imagined she would have the audacity to look directly into his eyes. In his estimation, even strong, healthy men couldn't look into his face, let alone his eyes. Yet, here she was, a mere woman, staring into his eyes. Their beauty had so captivated her that she forgot where she was, fixing her gaze without blinking.
A King's Test
Indeed, this shook him slightly. He had to stop what he was doing to turn his gaze on her and see if she could look at him eye-to-eye. If she could meet his gaze without flinching, then he had to kill her, for she possessed a great gift. His father had told him that anyone who could look at him eye-to-eye, man or woman, possessed a gift like his own. If he was careless, they could even defeat him. And he must never share a shade with anyone who could look into his eyes without fear; if he did, his works would certainly be set back... a surge of sense.
As for her, Ya Subhanallah! She fixed her gaze on his sexy romance eyes without any fear. All she saw was a beautiful object that had stolen her faith. If you looked at his eyes quickly, you might mistake them for a fish design because of their size, but they were not; they were romance-eyes. Even though he wasn't a man of romance, his eyes were like those of those persistent romantics. He didn't open them fully; they were slightly half-closed. They were sharp, like eagle eyes.
When he looked at you with them, their sharpness and the awe within them would terrify you and cause your heart to sink.
Slowly, he turned them onto her. They saw each other eye-to-eye and up close. Wallahi, the girl didn't even twitch; she didn't even blink her eyes. Instead, she widened them slightly in amazement at his intense gaze.
He felt it in his body. He began to believe that she possessed a gift like his, for her eyes were also very sharp. If you recall, Kamran couldn't look into their eyes. Do you remember that? Well, not just Kamran, but no one who saw Sweetie or Pretty, unless they had a stone heart, could endure looking into their eyes, truly... IT SEEMS THEY TRULY HAVE A HIDDEN GIFT. WHAT KIND OF GIFT IS IT? LET'S WAIT AND SEE.
Such was her fame that she even started trying to move her hand to touch his face to confirm further if he was a human or a jinn. Alas, apart from her eyes, nothing else in her body could move; he had frozen everything in her. If she had touched him, that would have been the height of fearlessness.
Indeed, Sweetie has great courage. Innalilahi, I don't know where to place her. Tab, this is truly astonishing.
The Trap and an Unexpected Interruption
He let go of the hand mirror he was holding. It fell as if it would hit the ground, but it stopped suspended in the air. He used his scepter to perform magic, and before a blink and saying Bismillah, she vanished from his presence and was stuck to the wall on the left side of the room.
Even so, she wasn't scared. In fact, she didn't take her eyes off him. He, meanwhile, had already withdrawn his gaze from her.
With difficulty, she moved her gaze to the swan sofa chair positioned by the wall-glass dressing room inside the bedroom. These swan-design chairs were extremely beautiful, soft, truly luxurious, and expensive.
Everything in this bedroom was white, gold, and milk color, and the furniture was exquisitely decorated with pure gold milk. My people, may God grant you wealth to pledge allegiance to this empire. The Black Tiger headboard of the bed was a whole world itself. It was a wall headboard, meaning the head of the bed was attached to the wall. It was made to reach the ceiling, and around its edges were small light bulbs that emitted a highly captivating sky-blue light. The way this wall headboard was designed, one could spend days looking at it without realizing it, because of its beauty.
All the flowers and decorations on this wall headboard were made of raw gold, which I know you are aware of. The head of the bed was a butterfly design, and right in the middle of the butterfly was gold combined with an egg-shaped object that emitted a white light. This light made the gold sparkle with a captivating glitter, such that even if you didn't intend to look at the bed, you wouldn't know when your eyes would be drawn to it because of the gold's shimmer.
Even Sweetie didn't know when she looked up at the bed, admiring its size and beauty. It felt like they weren't on earth and wouldn't die. The luxurious bedding on the bed was enough to make one feel satisfied with everything because of its elegance.
Meanwhile, the King of Tyrants, King Black Tiger, was performing his magic to kill the blessed soul who was looking around.
He pointed his scepter at the center of his room. Instantly, the area sank as if into a deep pit. He turned his magic eyes, and immediately, sharp, pointed fish appeared, filling the pit to the brim. Fire was burning fiercely at the bottom of the pit, agonizingly hot, so much so that even the creatures felt its heat.
Then, huge, intensely black scorpions appeared on the tips of those pointed fish, along with snakes that appeared on the fish's bodies, their heads and mouths split open, waiting for a slight opportunity to strike.
Her eyes were still on him. It seemed she was not afraid.
He used his scepter to draw her to the edge of the pit with his magic. Only then did she look away and down at the pit before her.
She was terribly frightened, seeing the huge scorpions roaming in the pit. Surprisingly, the fire burning at the bottom of the pit didn't harm the animals. The main thing that alarmed her was those snakes that had split their heads open, waiting for a chance to strike. What kind of cruelty was this? What pain would a person feel if thrown into this pit? Would they feel the fire burning below, or those wicked black scorpions and black venomous snakes? Or the sharp, extremely pointed fish? Indeed, this was the primary way Black Tiger killed anyone who saw his face. He would throw the person into this pit, so even their corpse would never be seen again. That's why I told you from the start that anyone who enters this part of his domain is never heard from again; they are gone. Well, here is the first method the tyrant Black Tiger uses to make them disappear.
She was crazed with terror. Immediately, her heart started beating wildly! Her eyes bulged as she stared into the pit, as if her eyeballs would fall out. Her body was completely frozen; she couldn't move, let alone try to run. Her heart was pounding as if it would break through her chest.
His gaze was not on her at all, but he could control her. Similarly, he hadn't moved from where he was standing, and the mirror he was using to create light was suspended in the air.
Slowly, he directed her with the scepter without looking at her. Her body started moving backward, heading toward the pit. She wanted to scream but couldn't, as nothing in her could move except her eyes. He had sealed her mouth. The poor soul couldn't even cry; only agony would kill her.
She was almost falling into the pit. The scorching heat of the fire had already begun to burn her skin down to the flesh. She felt a throbbing pain.
Just then, Ronnie, who had come out of the cinema in his brother's section, pushed the door open and entered. Surprisingly, his brother had locked the door, but he came and opened it. No matter how it was done, he knew how to open the door, regardless of how his brother had locked it. Was he also a sorcerer? The Black Tiger's door wasn't like the doors you know.
He had been angry, so he went into the cinema and sat on the plump, luxurious sofas there. He turned on the TV, hoping the sadness he was feeling would dissipate and his heart wouldn't burst. Alas, he couldn't find peace. He just kept feeling his heart sinking, so he decided to come back and make peace with his brother, hoping to find calm. That was the reason for his return.