The students were in a rush to get to the lecture hall because Doctor India had announced that he had an important message to share today.
The hall was completely full—students were everywhere, some sitting, some standing. There was a lot of noise because everyone knew that Doctor India was a serious person who didn’t joke around, and he had said that the announcement would start at exactly 9:00 AM.
Suddenly, a tall, fair-skinned young man walked in. He looked very handsome, with a well-built body—not too slim, not too fat. He had a neatly trimmed beard, a sharp nose, and his shiny black hair was perfectly styled. His lips were small, and his chest was broad—he was the definition of a handsome man! He looked like a true Prince Charming in his black suit, black cover shoes, and stylish white glasses.
As soon as he entered, the whole hall became silent. Nobody dared to make a sound because of how much Doctor India was respected—and feared. But at the same time, the female students admired him because of his good looks and strong presence.
To everyone’s surprise, he smiled. This was shocking because he was known for never smiling! He picked up the microphone and began speaking in English:
"Attention, everyone!" he said, and the hall became even quieter.
“Today, I stand before you all to announce the person I love, the one I want to marry, the person who means the most to me in this world. I love you, Aiman. You are my happiness, my life, my joy, my heart’s desire. And now, dear students, I present to you my future wife—Aiman Imran.”
The students clapped loudly in excitement. Just then, a beautiful 19-year-old girl entered the hall. She was dressed in a long pink gown decorated with shiny stones, with a small pink hijab that covered her head and neck. She wore matching pink shoes, and her makeup was done perfectly. But the expression on her face was hard to read—she was smiling, but something felt off.
She walked confidently toward Doctor India. Then suddenly—SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She slapped him three times!
The entire hall gasped in shock. Doctor India held his cheek, completely stunned.
Aiman looked at him with disgust, clicked her tongue, and said, “May God forbid that I ever marry a useless womanizer like you. You're a fool, a worthless man!”
She continued, “The love I showed you was only to make you feel the same embarrassment you made my best friend Amina feel in public. But I never loved you, and I never will. You are nothing but a piece of trash!”
She spat those words in English, knowing that Doctor India didn’t understand Hausa. Then, with one final "Tsk!", she grabbed Amina’s hand and started walking out of the hall.
Just as they reached the door, Doctor India shouted, “Aiman!”
She stopped in her tracks. He walked up to her, his eyes now red with anger. His face had turned pale from shock—this was the first time anyone had ever humiliated him like this.
"You will pay for this," he said in a cold, dangerous voice. “Aiman, you will pay for this humiliation. You will pay for making me fall in love with you so deeply. This is a promise.”
Aiman looked at him fearlessly, then suddenly spat on his face and said, “Do your worst.”
She held Amina’s hand and walked out of the hall without looking back.
Doctor India, shaking with rage, stormed out of the hall and went straight to his parked car. He got in, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His anger was so intense that his eyes were turning darker with fury…
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