Zaujun Majnun Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Around 10:45 AM on Monday, three beautiful black cars entered the large airport ground in Kaduna North at high speed. Without wasting any time, they parked simultaneously with great skill, drawing the attention of the people in the premises. The license plates of all the cars were the same, written in capital letters as BLUE 1, BLUE 2, BLUE 3.

Calmly, the doors of two cars were opened at the same time, and six large men stepped out—three from each car. They were wearing black suits and black sunglasses that hid their eyes. A single glance would tell you they were bodyguards; they lined up and stood at attention with stern, unsmiling faces.

Quickly, the driver of the other car stepped out, walked around, and gently opened the door. A handsome, fair-complexioned elderly man stepped out, who appeared to be at least 60 years old or more. He was wearing a very handsome, expensive blue suit, holding the kind of small walking stick that experienced, educated, and wealthy men typically carry.

Then, a handsome, dark-complexioned elderly man stepped out, who was around the same age as the first. However, his face bore Bare-bari tribal marks—one extending from his forehead down to the bridge of his nose, and two long ones on his cheeks. He was also wearing a suit, though his was ash-colored, and he too held a walking stick.

A single look at them would reveal that they were seasoned, educated elites whose bodies radiated wealth and comfort.