Sarauniyar Kyau Takun Farko Complete Hausa Novel

She was tall, well-proportioned, and exceptionally beautiful—a first-class beauty whose looks would bring any debate on attractiveness to an end. In age, she would not exceed twenty or twenty-one years.

She had a well-shaped figure, commonly referred to in English as an hour-glass or "Coca-Cola" shape. She possessed large, bright, beautiful white eyes that were egg-shaped and radiant. The color of her irises was neither blue, green, nor grey; rather, they were a striking, lustrous sky-purple that would instantly captivate anyone.

She had delicate, thin, and remarkably red lips, with an alluring shape that added to her striking charm.

Her nose was long and finely proportioned, sitting perfectly on her beautiful face. Trying to fully describe her beauty would be impossible; she possessed every single trait a woman needs to captivate a man.

She was wearing a high-quality Malaysian long gown that fitted her body perfectly. The gown had short sleeves, so she paired it with a sky-purple abaya adorned with intensely glittering rhinestones. The long gown itself was sky-purple, reaching all the way to the floor.

Her long, naturally dark brown hair was beautifully styled and secured with three stunning, expensive hair ribbons, allowing her long hair to cascade down to the middle of her back.

A light veil was draped over one shoulder, and her face wore delicate, light makeup that enhanced her looks. A stylish wristwatch adorned her wrist. Her aura suggested someone who was calm and quiet.

She stood in front of a dressing mirror, about to spray a sweet, soothing perfume. Just then, the door to her large, luxurious bedroom pushed open. Without turning around—knowing exactly who had entered—she spoke in a deeply soothing, melodic, and soft voice that sounded like the play of a flute:

"Oh, my lovely dad, Mr. Handsome! Your daughter is starting to annoy me. Right now, I can just say I'm no longer going to this birthday party, and she'll just have to deal with it. You know that, especially since we were planning to sneak out to the party just because daddy isn't around."

She spoke like a little girl, full of pampering and playfulness, which only added to her charm, taking brief pauses as she talked.

The girl who had just entered the bedroom laughed aloud and said, "My Feefarh! I don't want any trouble, okay? Just when we're at the finish line, you want to say you're backing out? Come on, daughter of Mr. Handsome! Don't do this to Zahra. Or have you forgotten who she is to you?"

She set the perfume bottle back in its spot on the elegant dressing table, then turned around completely to face the girl who had just spoken.

Brushing aside the talk of the birthday party, she asked, "So, do I look as beautiful as the QUEEN OF BEAUTY of the whole world?" She said this full of excitement, laughing.

This time, the girl offered another delightful, audible smile filled with happiness and joy—her second since entering the room—and sat on the edge of the bed,

facing her...