Sahra Hot Love Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Desperate Screams in the Living Room
She was pounding the door with all her strength, shaking it violently. She was dressed in casual wear—a long robber-style gown that clung to her body, revealing every sharp curve. Her long hair, which reached the small of her back, was in complete disarray from the panic she was in. She kept bursting into screams as she ran around the living room, hitting things as she went.
“Help, help please… Is there anybody here? Somebody please? … Nobody…”
She cried uncontrollably, as if her soul were about to leave her body. Unable to stay in one place, she kept running around the large living room, screaming for help. Slowly, she sank to the floor onto a rug spread across it and broke down into fresh sobs.
A Terrifying Encounter
Suddenly, a door inside the living room was pushed open forcefully. She lifted her head and followed the figure with her eyes, from his feet up to his face. He was wearing three-quarter trousers and a sleeveless top, holding a cigarette in his hand as he smoked. He was fair-skinned, tall, with a broad chest and large eyes that looked seductive yet deeply disturbing.
With slow, confident steps, he walked over to where she was and squatted in front of her, lifting her chin and staring directly into her eyes with his intense, alluring gaze. With his other hand, he brushed the hair covering her face aside, placed the cigarette on the center table, and gave a crooked side smile.
“My Sahraah!..” he said softly and gently.
He leaned closer, trying to embrace her. She quickly pushed him away with all her strength and stood up, retreating as she noticed the way he kept staring at her. She shook her head repeatedly, stepping back, her lips trembling as she spoke.
“Please, Safwan, don’t transgress me… please let me go home. Stay away from my life… don’t hurt me, please…”
Trapped and Overpowered
He stepped forward and pressed her against the wall, whispering into her neck in a lazy, chilling voice.
“My sweet Sahraah… I will never stay away from you, and I won’t stop kidnapping you until you agree to marry me. I love you, Sahraah…”
He finished speaking while running his hands over her entire body. She shut her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her face, whispering the broken prayer that escaped her lips.
“Oh Allah, help me and save me from this bastard man…”
He raised his bloodshot eyes and stared at her strangely, then burst into laughter as he pressed her harder.
“You called me a bastard, huh? Good—then you’ll see.”
He grabbed her forcefully, dragged her into another room, threw her onto the bed, and began trying to climb on top of her. She screamed and struggled to rise, but he pinned her down, trying to lift the gown she was wearing.
“Don’t expose me, Safwan, please leave me alone… I want to go home…”