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28h February,2023

"---calling for immediate ceasefire.In other news today marks the 17th birthday of Ihsan Ahmad Faruq daughter of business mogul and one of the three richest man alive Ahmad Faruq"

"Yes Mike, this is the fifth birthday she is having here in Nigeria and we all know how extravagant those parties were,it is no secret that the business mogul dotes on his princess.The higher her age the more extravagant and sophisticated these parties are.Lets go live on the scene with Julia" The co-anchor replied to her colleague as they turned there attention to the screen

"I'm here at Kaduna where the party is being held and I must say the number of cars that keep pulling up are just increasing.I spotted the vice of the US,the minister of health,the minister of education,the president of Nigeria himself and other big names" Julia said

"Wow that must be a lot to take in, have you had a glimpse of the birthday girl?" Mike asked

"Oh yes I did get to have a glimpse of her, she is wearing a white princess  gown that was sewn with silk and lace we found out that the dress costs 2.6 billion dollars and was designed by the famous korean designer Hong hae-in who only designs limited editions twice in a year"

The gown

The hall was a grand affair, a testament to opulence and excess. Crystal chandeliers cast sparkling light across the polished marble floors, reflecting off the gilded walls and the sumptuous draperies that hung from every window. The sound of soft music wafted through the air, accompanied by the gentle clinking of champagne flutes and the laughter of the wealthy elite and the buzz of conversation was almost deafening. In every corner, there were groups of the city's most powerful and influential people, dressed in their finest attire, mingling and networking as if their lives depended on it. The sound of soft music wafted through the air, accompanied by the gentle clinking of champagne flutes, and the air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes, as well as the faint smell of expensive colognes that clung to the wealthy elite

As Ihsan and her family surveyed the hall, they took in the grandeur with a sense of pride. The extravagant affair was a testament to their status and wealth, and they were eager to show off their opulent lifestyle to the city’s most influential people

The lavish party, thrown by Ihsan and her parents, was the talk of the town. The city’s elite had come in droves, eager to network and mingle with those who had the power to shape their futures

Amidst the crowd, Ihsan spotted Ya Abba, her newest arch-nemesis.The two locked eyes across the room, and Ihsan’s blood ran cold. She could sense the tension between them, even amidst the splendor of the party.

Ya Abba looked as if he had just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine, his expensive tailored suit accentuating his lean yet bulky figure. He stood surrounded by a group of fawning admirers, his head held high and his eyes glittering with arrogance

Amidst the hubbub of the party, Ihsan’s father was working the room like a seasoned politician, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the wealthy and powerful. He was a master of the art of small talk, seamlessly switching between conversations about business deals and political machinations, all while maintaining his charming smile and debonair manner

Meanwhile, Ihsan’s mother was holding court with her group of high-society friends, gossiping and exchanging juicy tidbits of information about the city’s elite

As the guests watched on with bated breath, Ihsan herself took to the stage, a vision of elegance and grace. Her gown glimmered in the light of the chandeliers, and her hair was swept up in an intricate updo was sticking out of the veil that was wrapped around her head. The murmurs of admiration and approval from the crowd only added to the sense of anticipation in the room

Ihsan took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as the crowd quieted down. She wanted to use this opportunity to express her gratitude to the person who had been there for her since the beginning: her father

"I want to take a moment to thank my father,” she began, her voice resonating through the hall. “He has been my rock, my mentor, and my inspiration. I owe him everything"

As Ihsan spoke of her father, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. The love she felt for him was so powerful, it seemed to fill the entire room, and the guests could feel the warmth radiating from her words.

"He has taught me the value of hard work, integrity, and perseverance. He has supported me through my darkest moments and celebrated my greatest victories. He is my hero, my idol, and my best friend"As Ihsan talked about her father, her voice grew softer and more emotional, and the guests could see the love she had for him in every word. Her speech was so heartwarming that it brought tears to the eyes of even the most hardened of the city’s elite

"And of course, I cannot forget my mother," she chuckled, turning to the woman who had given her life and guided her every step of the way. "She has been my confidant, my friend, and my role model. I promise to make you guys proud, I swear" Ihsan said with a huge grin on her face as she gazed lovingly at her parents

"And so, in honor of my parents, I would like to invite them up here to cut the cake with me." With that, Ihsan extended her hands toward her parents, beckoning them to join her on the stage. Her father and mother made their way through the crowd, beaming with pride as they took their places on either side of her.

Together, the three of them held the knife, symbolically representing the unity of their family, and cut into the cake, eliciting another round of applause from the guests

As the knife sunk into the cake,she couldn’t help but make her smile wider at their reaction. She was the belle of the ball, and for a moment, all eyes were on her

Ya Abba's expression hardened, and Ihsan could practically taste the jealousy in the air.Why would he be jealous?

But she would not let Ya Abba ruin this moment for her

"But that's not all!" her father exclaimed, beaming at his daughter. "I have a surprise for you, my princess. And it's outside."

A collective gasp echoed through the hall as the guests started to buzz with anticipation. Ihsan’s eyes widened in shock, and she could barely contain her excitement

"Follow me," Dadaa said, gesturing for her to follow him outside

As they stepped outside, Ihsan’s jaw dropped as she saw a fricking purple Lamborghini Ferrari parked in front of the house. The car gleamed under the lights, and she could see the dollar bills stacked neatly on the seats

"Happy birthday, Ihsan," her father said, his smile broadening as he handed her the keys. "I know how much you love purple, and I wanted to get you something special."

Ihsan was speechless, overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. She threw her arms around her father, tears of happiness streaming down her face

"Thank you, thank you so much," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I don’t know what to say. I'm so speechless dadaa I love you forever more"

Dadaa embraced her, patting her on the back. "You deserve it, princess" he said, his voice choked with emotion

"You've worked so hard in your academics and I'm so proud of you" Dadaa said after breaking the hug

As Ihsan looked at the car, she could already see herself cruising down the streets of the city, the wind in her hair and the envy of her haters

The reporters, sensing a juicy story, swarmed the Lamborghini, snapping pictures of the dollar-filled car and Ihsan, who basked in the attention. Her father, wanting to maintain a sense of decorum, gently reminded her, "Wipe your tears, my dear. This is your day. Let's enjoy it"

Hanan, ever the supportive best friend, chimed in with a squeal of excitement. "Ihsan, oh my God, you are the best!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend

"I know right!" Ihsan laughed with a sense of pride, she knows that dadaa always dotes on her and honestly speaking she didn't expect anything less

"Can he adopt me" Amal joked as they all peered the car in awe

"Happy birthday, girl!" Sadiya congratulated, her smile was radiant 

"You're really lucky. I can't wait to go to Abuja with you to see the other gifts your father got you. You know he's not done spoiling you, right?" Amal wiggled her brows

Ihsan laughed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "You know my dad," she replied, giving Amal a playful nudge. "He loves spoiling me. But I'm not complaining and he said that it's when I'm back from Abuja he would give me the other gift"

As they continued to chat and take pictures, the Lamborghini purred in the background, waiting to be taken for a spin

"Ihsan you are not going on spin yet,wait till you are back from Abuja" Maami warned to which ihsan sadly nodded and continued mingling with other people

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