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*Kano City.*

At the heart of a powerful political dynasty, *Amir Musa Kabeer*, only son of Alhaji Kabeer, returned home after five years abroad. But the Amir who left was not the same one who returned. He was now quieter, colder, and burdened with secrets.

His father, a man obsessed with legacy and politics, had one goal — to marry Amir off to *Aisha*, the daughter of a sitting minister, to strengthen political ties. For Alhaji Kabeer, love was a luxury. Politics came first.

But Amir had a past he never shared.

Before leaving Nigeria, Amir secretly married *Munira* — a modest, kind-hearted girl from a struggling family in Zaria. Their nikah was small and witnessed only by her parents. He had promised to return for her.

He never did.

Now, Munira lives in Kano, working as a nurse at a public hospital. Time has made her stronger — but not without scars. She is pregnant with Amir’s child, a truth known only to her best friend. She never tried to contact him again.

Fate, however, had its own plan.

During a campaign donation organized by Alhaji Kabeer's foundation at Munira’s hospital, Amir and Munira locked eyes for the first time in five years. Silence fell between them.

He stared, stunned.

She looked away, heart racing.

“You left me,” she finally said, voice trembling but proud.

“I never stopped loving you,” he replied, helpless.

But love alone wouldn't protect Munira.

Alhaji Kabeer would never allow a poor girl — especially one carrying his grandchild — to destroy his political plans.

And Munira?

She was no longer the quiet girl he left behind.

She was ready to fight.

Munira sat alone on her bed that night, her hands resting on her small but growing belly. Her heart was heavy. Seeing Amir again had opened a wound she had tried to seal with silence. But now, the secret they shared was alive — breathing inside her.

Meanwhile, in the Kabeer household, Amir sat across from his father in the study. The air was thick with tension.

“Why were you so distracted today?” Alhaji Kabeer asked, his eyes sharp.

Amir hesitated. “I saw someone I knew.”

His father didn’t press. “Don’t forget why you’re here. The engagement to Aisha is in two weeks. That’s not up for discussion.”

Amir’s jaw tightened. “And what if I don’t want her?”

“Then you can forget being my son,” Alhaji said coldly.

***

At the hospital the next day, Munira confided in her friend *Raliya*.

“He saw me,” Munira whispered. “He saw the child in my eyes.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Raliya asked.

Munira shook her head. “What difference would it make? He’s not free. His world would never allow someone like me.”

But fate kept forcing their paths to cross. That evening, Amir showed up outside the hospital, waiting for her.

“Munira,” he said softly, “please… let’s talk.”

Reluctantly, she agreed. They sat in his car, emotions tight between them.

“I didn’t abandon you,” he said. “My father sent me away. I had no power.”

“You had a voice. And you chose silence,” she replied.

Then came the truth.

“I’m carrying your child, Amir.”

Amir froze, his world shifting. “What? You’re… pregnant?”

She nodded slowly.

Before he could say more, a flash from a camera outside caught their attention.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had followed Amir — someone hired by Alhaji Kabeer to track his movements.

The secret was no longer just between them.

And the storm was only beginning.

The picture was clear — Amir and Munira, sitting close inside his car, her hand resting on her stomach. That one photo was all Alhaji Kabeer needed to ignite the fire.

Inside the mansion, he stared at the image in silence, anger rising in his chest. “So this is the distraction?” he muttered.

He called his personal aide. “Find out everything about this girl. Name. Family. Address. I want her gone — quietly.”

***

Munira had not slept. Telling Amir about the baby had been a weight off her chest — but it also changed everything. He had a right to know, yes. But could he protect her? From his world? From his father?

She knew Alhaji Kabeer’s power. It was the kind that didn’t shout — it destroyed silently.

At the same time, Amir sat alone in his apartment, staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed. He now had a child on the way. With Munira. His real wife. His heart told him to protect her. But his mind knew the price of going against his father.

He picked up his phone and called her.

“I want to marry you publicly, Munira. No more hiding.”

She was silent.

“You already did,” she said softly. “But your father never accepted it.”

“This time, I don’t care if he does.”

***

The next day, Munira arrived at work only to find the hospital director waiting.

“Munira, there’s a report against you. They say you’ve been meeting high-profile politicians in secret. That you’re involved in a scandal.”

“What?” she gasped.

“It’s political. I advise you take some days off.”

She knew immediately — it had begun. Amir’s father was moving.

But she wasn’t afraid.

Later that evening, she met Amir under the shade of an old tree near her home.

“They’ve started,” she said. “Your father wants me gone.”

Amir nodded. “Let him try. I’ll protect you.”

She looked him in the eye. “Then fight for me, Amir. Not with words. With action.”

And he promised.

But promises are dangerous in a world ruled by power.

And across town, Alhaji Kabeer made a call.

“Break her spirit,” he said. “And make sure Amir never sees her again.”

Rain fell hard over Kano that night, but it didn’t stop the black SUV from pulling up quietly outside Munira’s apartment. Inside, two men stepped out, dressed in plain kaftans. They weren’t strangers — they were messengers of Alhaji Kabeer, and they had one job: silence.

They knocked politely. Munira opened the door, surprised.

“Sister Munira?” one asked, pretending to smile. “We were sent from a health NGO… we heard about your case.”

Before she could respond, they stepped inside, closing the door behind them.

***

At that moment, Amir was on the phone with Raliya, who had grown increasingly worried.

“She didn’t come to work,” Raliya said. “And she’s not answering her phone.”

Amir’s heart dropped. “I’ll find her.”

He drove through the night like a man possessed, finally arriving at her compound just as the men were leaving. One glance at Munira’s frightened face told him everything.

They had threatened her — warned her to leave Kano, to never contact Amir again.

But Munira, trembling, stood firm.

“They said if I don’t disappear, they’ll ruin me. Professionally. Personally. Even… even the baby.”

Amir clenched his fists. “Then it’s war.”

That night, he went home and confronted his father.

“She’s my wife. That child is mine. If you try to hurt her again, I swear — you’ll lose me forever.”

Alhaji Kabeer stared at him, calm and cold. “Then you’re no longer my son.”

Silence.

A door had closed. And another had opened.

Now, Amir stood alone.

But for the first time, truly free.

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Episode Five(No Turning Back)

Kabeer's Mansion

The silence in the Kabeer mansion was different now. It wasn’t the silence of peace — it was the silence after war had been declared. Amir packed his bags slowly, methodically, knowing his decision was final. His father hadn’t said another word after their confrontation. But his message was clear: Amir had chosen love over blood.

He looked around the room where he had grown up — the trophies, the framed photos of him shaking hands with powerful men, his university degrees. None of it mattered now.

Outside, the rain had stopped, but the sky was still heavy. So was his heart.

***

Meanwhile, Munira sat curled up on Raliya’s bed, holding her stomach gently. She felt torn — grateful that Amir had stood up for her, yet terrified of what that meant.

“You think he’ll really leave everything for you?” Raliya asked cautiously.

Munira nodded slowly. “He already did.”

“You know what kind of family he comes from. They won’t stop. They’ll come again — but harder next time.”

“I’m not afraid,” Munira whispered. “Not anymore.”

Raliya sighed. “Then you better be ready. You’re not just fighting for love now. You’re fighting for your life, and your child’s future.”

***

That evening, Amir showed up at Raliya’s house. His clothes were soaked, his eyes sunken with exhaustion, but he looked more certain than ever.

“I left the house,” he said simply.

Munira blinked. “What? Where will you stay?”

“I’ll figure it out,” he said. “But I won’t let you face this alone again.”

She stared at him — the man she once loved in secret, who had vanished without a word… now standing before her, broken but brave. She walked into his arms, and for the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe again.

***

Elsewhere, Alhaji Kabeer was not sleeping.

In his study, he met with *Bashir*, his political strategist.

“We underestimated the girl,” Alhaji said bitterly. “Now the press has started whispering. If this pregnancy leaks, I’ll lose donors. And the minister’s daughter won’t marry into scandal.”

“So what do we do?” Bashir asked.

Alhaji leaned back in his chair. “We destroy her reputation. Quietly. No threats this time — we’ll use the media. Fabricate a story. Pictures. Fake documents. She’ll be finished before the month ends.”

“And Amir?” Bashir asked.

Alhaji paused. “He’ll come back. Once he realizes she’s not worth the cost.”

But he was wrong.

For Amir, this time, there was no turning back.

***

That night, in a small rented apartment on the outskirts of Kano, Amir and Munira sat on the floor, eating bread and tea in silence.

No guards. No power. No comfort.

Just truth.

And a growing child between them — a symbol of everything they were willing to risk.

For the first time, they were no longer living in secret.

But the war was just getting started and it's far from over