Waye Shi Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

But I think I have a solution," Dr. Ahmad said in a serious tone. Hearing this, the man stepped away from the window and began walking into the office. (Masha Allah, may Allah bless the best of creators)—he possessed a striking, almost artistic kind of beauty. The most eye-catching feature of his face was his eyes: cat-like with ocean-blue irises. Between his eyes and eyebrows, a small black dot gave him the appearance of a living work of art. His pink, heart-shaped lips seemed to glow, as if lightly glossed. He had arched eyebrows full of dark hair, almost like a woman’s, though the thickness of his hair could surpass that of many women (like me ☹️). His nose was long but not exaggerated. His face was elongated and glowed like a new moon. He was muscular but not bulky. Despite the perfection of his features, his face lacked a smile—it was his personality that carried the charm.

He had a long, elegant neck with a prominent Adam’s apple that moved up and down in a sensual way when he spoke. The clothes he wore didn’t hide his masculine physique. There was a kind of charisma and aura God had bestowed upon him.

He continued walking, and Dr. Ahmad followed him with his eyes until he sat down on the sofa in the office.

“I can hear you,” he said wearily, adjusting his position on the sofa and closing his eyes.

Dr. Ahmad stood, walked over, sat beside him, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Get married,” he said, watching his face carefully for any reaction—but there was none.

He continued, “I think there is only one thing you can do now to find a solution, and that is marriage!” Dr. Ahmad concluded, hoping to persuade him.

After a few tense minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at Dr. Ahmad, still seated without changing position or removing his hand from the shoulder. In a husky voice, he said,

“What does marriage have to do with my problem?”

“It has everything to do with your problem, Zakee! If you are lucky enough to find a good woman, she could be the one to heal you. Zakee, please—you’ve been avoiding this, but I think this is the only solution. I know you don’t care about yourself, but there are people who do. Think about your grandparents, your father, or his children—please, you have to do this!”

Dr. Ahmad finished speaking, his tone full of earnest appeal.