Razhdeen and Roshan were sitting in the grand royal living room, arranged on a luxurious three-seater sofa that was elegant and impressive.
His Royal Highness had his eyes fixed on them, smiling continuously as he sat up in his chair. He was extremely happy to see Razhdeen. Smiling, he said:
“Honestly, I was delighted when your father informed me that you both were on the way. But I was very surprised when I heard you had been back in Nigeria for two months and didn’t come to see me until now. Even now, it’s only because of your wedding…”
Roshan smiled and said, “Uncle, forgive us. Truly, things became complicated for us…”
His Royal Highness replied, “I already knew that’s what you would say. But you should improve, because maintaining family ties is important.”
Roshan lowered his head slightly and said, “Insha Allah, Uncle. Please forgive us.”
His Royal Highness said, “It’s alright, no problem. May Allah bless you.”
Then he asked, “So when is your wedding?”
Roshan lifted his head a bit and said, “There are five days left now. But I am the only one getting married—my twin is not.”
His Royal Highness looked at Uncle Deen and asked, “Why? Razhdeen!”
Uncle Deen raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness. “Uncle…”
His Royal Highness asked, “Won’t you talk?”
Slowly moving his lips, he replied briefly, “I am talking…”
His Royal Highness continued, “Since I started speaking, you haven’t said anything. What is stopping you from getting married?”
Before he could finish, they suddenly heard Hajiya Maamie interrupt sharply:
“How can you ask him that when you yourself stopped him?”
They all turned to her in surprise. She didn’t even greet them. It was clear she had been hiding, listening to their conversation.
His Royal Highness said, “Haba, servant of Allah! You could at least greet us…”
She threw him a harsh look full of irritation and said:
“There is no need for greetings when people are preparing to humiliate me.
For God’s sake, Your Highness, because of your dishonesty we already agreed that Razhdeen would be paired with Ramlat so that both weddings can be done together. But now you sit here asking him why he won’t marry? Who exactly did you expect him to marry then?”
His Royal Highness shook his head and said:
“Maamie, have you even waited to see how the story ends?
Calm down and let me finish. What I was planning is exactly that—
I also want their weddings done together.”
Hajiya Maamie lifted her shoulders and said:
“Good, if you truly want to see me happy. I will call Ramlat so they can meet.”
With that, she left.
His Royal Highness lowered his head, thinking about her boldness.
Razhdeen still hadn't understood what they were talking about. He turned to look at Roshan. Luckily, Roshan was also looking at Uncle Deen. Both of them exchanged confused looks, not understanding what “pairing Razhdeen with Ramlat” meant.
Seeing their confusion, they all turned back to His Royal Highness, whose head was still lowered.
Roshan finally spoke. “Uncle, what is happening? You seem worried.”
His Royal Highness raised his head slowly and asked:
“Does Razhdeen have someone he loves?”
He asked Roshan because he believed Roshan could answer more quickly.
Roshan said, “Honestly, Uncle, I have no idea. But ask him—he is right here.
As far as I know, he has never had a girlfriend, and even now, there is none…”
Before he could finish, His Royal Highness interrupted:
“That’s enough, Roshan. Everyone knows Razhdeen is not someone who cares about women.
Razhdeen, what I want from you is this:
Your wedding will be combined with Roshan’s. Since you can’t choose a bride for yourself, I already chose one for you long ago.”
He finished speaking while looking straight at Razhdeen, who was also staring at him, face stiff and expressionless.
“Who is she?” Razhdeen asked bluntly.
His Royal Highness replied, “My wife Maamie’s younger sister—Ramlat. She lives here with us.”
Razhdeen shook his head and was about to speak when Ramlat entered, greeting them while carrying a tray of hot dishes. She placed it on the glass table in the center of the room.
In no time, three other young ladies entered, each carrying trays of food items. After placing them down, they all left.
Ramlat sat politely on the carpet, greeting them.
Only Roshan responded. Razhdeen didn’t even look in her direction.
She was heavily made up, smelling of expensive perfume, and secretly stealing glances at Roshan.
Deep in her heart, she preferred Roshan because he was calm, gentle, handsome, and each of the twins had their own unique beauty—
None was better than the other. Only Allah knows the true value of each person.
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Razhdeen and Roshan were sitting in the grand royal living room, arranged on a luxurious three-seater sofa that was elegant and impressive.
His Royal Highness had his eyes fixed on them, smiling continuously as he sat up in his chair. He was extremely happy to see Razhdeen. Smiling, he said:
“Honestly, I was delighted when your father informed me that you both were on the way. But I was very surprised when I heard you had been back in Nigeria for two months and didn’t come to see me until now. Even now, it’s only because of your wedding…”
Roshan smiled and said, “Uncle, forgive us. Truly, things became complicated for us…”
His Royal Highness replied, “I already knew that’s what you would say. But you should improve, because maintaining family ties is important.”
Roshan lowered his head slightly and said, “Insha Allah, Uncle. Please forgive us.”
His Royal Highness said, “It’s alright, no problem. May Allah bless you.”
Then he asked, “So when is your wedding?”
Roshan lifted his head a bit and said, “There are five days left now. But I am the only one getting married—my twin is not.”
His Royal Highness looked at Uncle Deen and asked, “Why? Razhdeen!”
Uncle Deen raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness. “Uncle…”
His Royal Highness asked, “Won’t you talk?”
Slowly moving his lips, he replied briefly, “I am talking…”
His Royal Highness continued, “Since I started speaking, you haven’t said anything. What is stopping you from getting married?”
Before he could finish, they suddenly heard Hajiya Maamie interrupt sharply:
“How can you ask him that when you yourself stopped him?”
They all turned to her in surprise. She didn’t even greet them. It was clear she had been hiding, listening to their conversation.
His Royal Highness said, “Haba, servant of Allah! You could at least greet us…”
She threw him a harsh look full of irritation and said:
“There is no need for greetings when people are preparing to humiliate me.
For God’s sake, Your Highness, because of your dishonesty we already agreed that Razhdeen would be paired with Ramlat so that both weddings can be done together. But now you sit here asking him why he won’t marry? Who exactly did you expect him to marry then?”
His Royal Highness shook his head and said:
“Maamie, have you even waited to see how the story ends?
Calm down and let me finish. What I was planning is exactly that—
I also want their weddings done together.”
Hajiya Maamie lifted her shoulders and said:
“Good, if you truly want to see me happy. I will call Ramlat so they can meet.”
With that, she left.
His Royal Highness lowered his head, thinking about her boldness.
Razhdeen still hadn't understood what they were talking about. He turned to look at Roshan. Luckily, Roshan was also looking at Uncle Deen. Both of them exchanged confused looks, not understanding what “pairing Razhdeen with Ramlat” meant.
Seeing their confusion, they all turned back to His Royal Highness, whose head was still lowered.
Roshan finally spoke. “Uncle, what is happening? You seem worried.”
His Royal Highness raised his head slowly and asked:
“Does Razhdeen have someone he loves?”
He asked Roshan because he believed Roshan could answer more quickly.
Roshan said, “Honestly, Uncle, I have no idea. But ask him—he is right here.
As far as I know, he has never had a girlfriend, and even now, there is none…”
Before he could finish, His Royal Highness interrupted:
“That’s enough, Roshan. Everyone knows Razhdeen is not someone who cares about women.
Razhdeen, what I want from you is this:
Your wedding will be combined with Roshan’s. Since you can’t choose a bride for yourself, I already chose one for you long ago.”
He finished speaking while looking straight at Razhdeen, who was also staring at him, face stiff and expressionless.
“Who is she?” Razhdeen asked bluntly.
His Royal Highness replied, “My wife Maamie’s younger sister—Ramlat. She lives here with us.”
Razhdeen shook his head and was about to speak when Ramlat entered, greeting them while carrying a tray of hot dishes. She placed it on the glass table in the center of the room.
In no time, three other young ladies entered, each carrying trays of food items. After placing them down, they all left.
Ramlat sat politely on the carpet, greeting them.
Only Roshan responded. Razhdeen didn’t even look in her direction.
She was heavily made up, smelling of expensive perfume, and secretly stealing glances at Roshan.
Deep in her heart, she preferred Roshan because he was calm, gentle, handsome, and each of the twins had their own unique beauty—
None was better than the other. Only Allah knows the true value of each person.