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Here's the blurb; When Hibatullah Abubakar meets Salman Baanziye, it's annoyance at it's very best at first sight.

Salman is a ball of fire, Hibatullah is the very definition of an Ice Queen. They were simply put, poles apart.

When destiny throws them together, Hibba and Salman navigate the world and sketch their love story, conquering various obstacles and leaving the world in awe of their love.

This is Hibba and Salman's tale of when their hearts collide.

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"Maama. I'm done for! Since Bakura knows, he'll want her back won't he?"

Her mother rolled her eyes, hard. She almost hissed, but she was too old to hiss so she clapped her hands with authority.

"Calm yourself down. Bakura himself is the least of your worries. His wife, who bore him two girls and a boy, who thinks our Labeebah is a threat to her children's inheritance, is your real worry." Labeebah's aunt nodded, her eyes red but wide with worry, but a word stuck with her, 'our'.

"What can I do then?" Her mother looked at her and shook her head, Hannatu could never shake off her real self, which overly timid and involved never taking actions until trouble shook and forced her to move, she had given some of that trait to Labeebah.

"We'll deal with this a step at a time. First, get that her husband to divorce her. Post haste." They looked at each other, Labeebah's aunt in the back seat beside her mother, her uncle in the front seat beside the assistant.

"Divorce her? Why?" The old lady shook her head at their slowness.  "That boy has been paid a salary every month, to be married to Labeebah. He has been paid to 'deal' with her. He has never acted on his own accord. He was planted in her life, he is supposed to be there to kill her and disappear from wherever he'll be found."

Their jaws dropped and silence reigned in the car for a few minutes whilst they absorbed the information. It was a little hard to imagine that something that they saw in the movies had come to sit with them in real life.

"How can we get him to divorce her? The police won't even arrest him!" Labeebah's aunt shouted. Her mother leaned back in the chair and thought over the plan she had formed in the way to Abuja, she remembered how while the dusty air of Abuja settled over her white lacy A-line gown, she had grasped hold of the decision that had come from an idea.

Instead of saying it out, she took her phone from her lap, typed into it furiously and when done, she passed it to her daughter. Labeebah's aunt wheezed when she read the first sentence.

"Maama! This is too much!" Hee mother sneered at her. "Choose this or her death!" The old lady watched as Hannatu drooped, passed the phone to her husband, who read through and nodded his head furiously.

"It's a firm idea ma. I'm with you. How quickly can it be executed?"

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"She's dying?"

Abdul-Mumin Goje looked at the two people who he had fooled for almost four years. He scrubbed his hands down his face and was somewhat relieved that he didn't have to kill her himself. God was doing the good job of taking Labeebah away for him.

"So, when are you taking her off the life support she's on?" He asked her Kawu because her mother sat on the hospital's cold tiled floor and cried silently.

"In an hour. The doctor is coming to take it off, they just want us to speak to her and you know, say our goodbyes." Abdul nodded. That was good, very good. At least, he'd get his balance from Yaana and leave the country, get a fake passport, get his family out through the border and away from Nigeria.

"I'd like to speak to her for a second. I totally regret what happened." He tried to assemble his features into a heartbroken one, he could not, because he was a seasoned assassin and this was the first time a job was taking so much from him. All because of Yaana.

"It's fine." Her uncle decided. He knew the cameras were rolling in Labeebah's room and they'd catch whatever he said.

"Thank you sir. I know I do not deserve any of this. But please, forgive me. Please." Abdul watched as Labeebah's Kawu laughed with tears running down his face, there and then, he believed that Labeebah was going to die. They could not fake all these tears.

"Forgive you?" The middle aged man chuckled brokenly, made a fist to hold back his anger from pummeling the idiot standing in front of him to death. Useless idiot.

"I do not think I could ever forgive you. I pray you get arrested and charged to death." He held the extent of his anger in check and saw that Abdul looked round the waiting room they were in to see if any cameras were hidden, or if any policemen were on standby.

"You're incredibly brave to be here. I am happy you're so brave, because Allah's wrath is coming for you." He finished with a smile that Abdul found disconcerting but waved off because he had to complete his job for Yaana.

Before they could say anymore, the nurse came out and told them they could start going in to talk to Labeebah. Both parents waved Abdul in first, smiling to themselves immediately he took the bait and walked in.

He looked round the luxury hospital room that looked like five star hotel room in a first world country with it's sleek ceiling to floor glass windows,  shook his head and wondered how Labeebah's life would have been if he hadn't been sent by Yaana.

"Hey Beebah. Funny, I didn't even like the sound of your name. It sounds like butterfly in Yoruba. I speak Yoruba. Funny, isn't it? You didn't get to know that about me.

You've always been a job to me, just to dash in and out, then I felt like I could play with you a bit before I found the real love of my life. At least I'd get Halal sex out of it. You'd pay my bills, fund my life in general.

You're an idiot. Like your parents. Like your foster parents. Idiots all of you!" He swallowed and harshly expelled air from his mouth.

"Do you know your offence?" Labeebah lay there unmoving, and annoyed at the fact that she could not even hear him. He hissed and slapped her hard.

"Idiot that wasted my entire time and energy. At last you're going to finally die now. Good for you. At least I'll be able to live my life and prosper. Have a good time with your mother in heaven and tell her to close her legs well next time." And as an afterthought, he added. "Bastard."

He turned to leave, but just at the door, he remembered the promise he made to Amal. So, he returned to Labeebah's side and pronounced the Talaq on her three times with a sneer on his face.

He walked out of the room after taking photos of her to send to Yaana, reminding himself to use his watch camera to make a video of when Labeebah died so he would send to Yaana.

"I'm done. You can both go see her now." Labeebah's aunt eyed him, hissed and walked into the room, leaving him there in the waiting room. He walked to the dispenser and mixed a cup of coffee for himself, found a seat and sat himself cross-legged enjoying the rare delicious Arabian coffee.

He watched the time tick by slowly and was there when the exotic looking doctor walked into the room alongside another nurse in pink scrubs and white hijab tucked into her scrub.

"Are they still inside?" The doctor asked him and Abdul nodded, taking his right leg off his left leg and got up, showing off his height.

"Let's go in then." The doctor replied without looking at Abdul.

The air inside was solemn, tears flowed down the eyes of Labeebah's foster parents, they watched as doctor Ma'mun turned off all her machines and Labeebah stop breathing. It was very heartbreaking how they cried but didn't make a noise.

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So, those of you that guessed, guessed correctly. It was amazing seeing y'all talk about it like it was real.

I cannot thank you all enough for the kind words you send me daily. I get up daily to kind words about my work and I tell you, nothing beats affirmative words like that. So, God bless you all real good for me.

Also, please go and read When Stars Collide. Please.

Finally. See y'all soon(ten days)

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