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Saurt gently pushed his hand away, attempting to pull back. With lightning speed, he used both hands, cradled her, and pressed his lips firmly against hers. A deep, soul-stirring kiss that broke down every protective barrier in the body of the passionate lover began. In a frenzy, with every sign showing he was overwhelmed, Dr. Rayyern let out a soft sigh, akin to the faint whimpers of a wounded animal, as if his last breath was about to escape him. His entire body trembled and shook violently, like someone hooked up to an electric shock machine.

As for Jannart, she remained silent—a silence resembling a waking death, as she felt everything happening in a daze. She felt strange and dark sensations flowing into her body as the tip of his tongue grazed hers. It was an experience she could swear she never knew existed anywhere in the world until now. She realized that whenever he touched her or did something to her, it brought entirely new sensations, completely different from anything she had felt before.

She let out a heavy breath as she felt Dr. Rayyern use the tip of his soft tongue to lick across her lower lip, then slowly move up to her upper lip. Slowly, he tilted his head, cupping her face tightly in his palms, gently turning her head toward him in a dizzying state. He slid his tongue between her upper lip and teeth, capturing her lip completely and beginning to suck on it frantically.

Ya Salam! It hit him unexpectedly. He felt as though he was being pricked with needles, not knowing where to put his soul, feeling as if he wanted to tear open his chest and stuff her inside just to make her stop being the agonizing preoccupation of his universe. He felt the smoothness and softness of her lips stinging the very depths of his soul.

They exhaled a melting breath together: "Sheyyhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Then their entire bodies began to shiver.

Suddenly, he felt searingly hot, vicious tears flowing down his face uncontrollably.

Jannart, feeling the dampness of his tears, snapped her terrified eyes open. Slowly and quickly, she opened them wider upon seeing him shaking so much.

And he was clamping down on her lips as if he was going to tear them apart. By now, she had started feeling pain. Filled with fear and the stinging pain she felt, she placed her hand on his chest and, gathering what remained of her energy, pushed him away.

"Tdopppp." That was the sound of her lips slipping out of his mouth. He was completely taken aback, never expecting this since she had just yielded her body to him. He gave a sudden start and opened his eyes. With tears streaming down his face, he quickly reached out to catch her, but he was too late because she had already bolted.

She hurried toward her room, but seeing that he blocked her path, she quickly turned and made for his room instead. She glanced back, seeing that he was following her closely.

Almost simultaneously, they rushed into the room, which was filled with an intensely sweet, captivating fragrance. The cool morning breeze had caused the window curtains to billow loosely, making the room dark except for the faint light of a switched-on lamp. She quickly climbed onto his bed, shaking her head at him. As for Rayyern, he went back and shut the door without locking it. She closed her eyes tightly in fear as she saw him head toward the bed, while stripping off the jallabiya he was wearing.

He tossed the jallabiya aside. Filled with fear and astonishment at seeing him like that, she said: "Please, Naan, forgive me, I won't do it again." She finished speaking as she grabbed a towel she found at the edge of the bed to shield herself further.

His head began to spin as he reached out to switch off the room's light. Instantly, the dark, chilly dawn enveloped the entire room. Filled with fear, she began struggling to climb down from the bed. As she climbed down, he reached her side, pressed her back against his chest, and instantly wrapped both arms tightly around her as she squirmed to break free.

In a melting, trembling voice that sounded like he was about to cry, he said: "Please, Janna, stop. Stop running away from me. Please stay and let me feel the warmth of your body, please." He finished speaking as tears, whose origin he didn't know, poured down. In a frail tone, she said: "Naan, stop crying then. You're scaring me."

Trembling all over, he began untying her skirt at the bottom, and with a quivering voice said: "Well, aren't you the one making me cry? You know my stomach hurts; won't you help me instead of running away to tell Abba that I'm crying?" She quickly huddled her body together, letting out a deep breath as he slipped her skirt down, and in a vulnerable voice said: "Naan, it's cold. Please stop." She quickly pressed her head against his shoulder as she felt him use one hand to pull down the zipper of her top, instantly exposing her bare chest.

He pulled the shirt away and tossed it aside, leaving her in just a pair of panties with neither bra nor any other clothing. "Yah Salaaaam," he said aloud and loudly when he felt his skin touch hers. His hands, aching with desire to cup her breasts, covered them, stroking them in a way that made them both let out a lifeless breath together. "Sheyyhhhhh." Jannart arched her back and raised her hands as she received his message through every single hair follicle on her body.

As for Naanu, trembling all over, he sat on the edge of the bed and held her hands. He quickly pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside. He pulled her in front of him; she stood while he sat on the edge of the bed. He pressed his head between her breasts and let out another soft sigh. Then he placed one hand on each of her breasts. Slowly, he used two fingers to take her nipple, gently rolling it in a tender manner that made her close her eyes and exhale softly. Then she slowly buried her fingers into his thick hair, sliding her palms down to his soft sideburns—which she loved touching so much—and in a voice melting with physical desire and lost in a world of passion, she called his name softly: "Naaan! Naaaaaan!"

Realizing he had completely weakened her body, he brought one hand back down to her buttocks. He slowly rolled her panties down without her noticing, and in a mesmerizing voice, he answered the call she kept repeating: "Yes, Jannahhhhhh," he finished the call deep in his throat. Softly and in a dazed state, she asked: "Naaan, what are you going to do to me?"

Slowly, he pulled her in and placed her on his lap, then softly said: "I will do whatever you want, Janna." She quickly closed her eyes as he rolled over with her, and they lay down on the bed. He leaned over her, slowly continuing to roll down her panties. Overcoming her stiffness, she slowly raised her hand to catch his, and softly pulled his hand, placing it on her breasts. "Shyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," he drew in a long, loud breath, snatching away her panties and stripping them off entirely.

She quickly sprang up and threw herself onto his chest, and with playful affection said: "Naan, it's cold." He quickly pulled a blanket over them, wrapped his arms around her, and began roaming his hands over her body, feeling as though he were soaring in the open sky like a free bird. As for her, she quickly buried her face in his chest. Then she quickly closed her eyes, for by now she realized that neither of them had any clothes on. That made her body begin to tremble violently because the reality felt too heavy for her.

As for Rayyern, filled with longing, passion, and intense desire, he laid her down on the bed and leaned over her head. He placed his hand on her chest and stroked her gently, making her stretch out long and lean her neck back as she whispered his name repeatedly in a voice from deep within her throat: "Naan! Naan!!!"

Skillfully, he moved his hand downward to her flat stomach, stroked it, and melted as he said: "Yes, Janna." In a state that drove her into him, she asked: "Naan, what are you going to do to me?"

He sat up and trapped her, looming completely over her. He placed both hands over her breasts, frantically kneading them in a wild manner, and with a frantic voice said: "I... I am going to give you a pregnancy, Janna. Do you want it? Will you bear me a baby?" He finished speaking, lowered his head, pressed it against the skin of her stomach, and slowly slipped his tongue into her navel button, doing something hard to describe while his hand remained on her breast.

She quickly reached out and began stroking his back and neck. She couldn't even open her lips due to the fierce wave of passion he was stirring up in her.

As for Naan, he gave a violent jump and throb, beginning to leak something wild. Their bodies shook together. They breathed heavily in a daze.

He quickly lowered his head and pulled both hands back. He placed her palms gently over her lower abdomen, then began stroking downwards toward her pelvic area. He drew a long breath and lowered his head and fingers. This made Jannart spring up with tremendous force. At that very moment, she came to her senses upon feeling where his fingers were brushing. His body began to tremble violently. Feeling her sit up, he quickly grabbed her and brought his D—which was pulsing—into the palms of her hands. She let out a loud cry and tried to pull her hand away. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, Naaaaaaaan, let go of my hand, I swear I'm scared!"

He quickly gripped both her hands tightly with one of his while his other arm wrapped around her. Weeping, he spoke frantically, full of vulnerability, with tears pouring down like a disaster: "Please! Please!! Please!!! Janna, stay and save your husband's life, please don't be scared of me. Relax, I will do everything slowly, I won't hurt you." She wasn't calming down at all, let alone listening to him. Seeing this, he pushed her back so she lay flat on her back.

He quickly ducked between her thighs, parted her legs with his hand, and pressed his mouth against her pp.

He drew a long, soft breath as a sweet, captivating fragrance hit his nose. With a special style, he slipped his tongue into her, causing Jannart to let out a piercing scream and begin shivering violently as a wild, overwhelming sensation visited her body and soul—one she could not bear. She screamed again as she felt him push his tongue deeper, while his hand stroked her legs. She began drawing ragged breaths that were close to triggering her illness. As for Rayyern, seeing how wild she had become, he stood up and brought his body close to her. His Naan, which was on the verge of bursting, left his body. In a start, she sat up again as she felt him press his D against her body, performing a wild style on her. Her body began to tremble as her breath started leaving her body, and heavy sweat broke out over her. With both hands, she began hitting him, tossing her head, crying out in a distraught, vulnerable, and tearful voice as she shook her head and said: "I don't want this, Naan, stop, I don't want it. I swear I don't want it, hyyhhhh." Then she screamed again as he threw his entire weight over her head, wanting to visit her in search of a way out. She kicked her legs hard and pushed him away, but he refused to let go. In fact, he pinned her down, wanting with all his might to enter her, but the effort failed. He raised himself up strongly to join her with his D. Then he closed his eyes tightly and lay flat on top of her as she repeated: "I don't want you, and you don't want me either. You know you don't love me, and you're going to take my virginity and turn me into a divorcee. Naan, I don't love you either, don't hurt me since you know you don't love me. For the sake of God and His Messenger, leave me!"

He let out another soft, wounded moan and collapsed against her body. Weeping, he said: "Janna, you said you don't love me? You said you don't love your Naan? Janna, if that's the case, since you don't love me, you don't care about my life and my health?" Loudly and fearfully, she said: "Yes, just get off me!"

In unimaginable distress, trembling, he said: "Oh my stomach, oh my Abba, oh my Mamy, I'm going to die!" She quickly supported his head and said: "Naan, then get off so I can give you your medicine." Weeping, he said: "Well, you are the medicine, please let me do even a little bit, otherwise I swear the fluids will trigger my stomach ache if I don't relieve it." She quickly shook her head and said: "I swear you won't ruin my virginity since you know you don't love me." Quickly, he said: "I swear I love you, Janna, please let me do it." "I swear, no," she said quickly again. That made him say: "Then please do me the favor of playing with you until I find relief; I promise I won't enter you." He finished speaking in a wave of intense need. She could only nod in agreement.

That made him adjust her lying position, and slowly he knelt before her in a manner even he didn't know he was capable of, and began manipulating his D against her body without entering her.

He began letting out gasps like a dying person. While she was completely dazed. He breathed heavily upon her and started making wild movements and groans. "Shyyyyyyyyyhhh wayhhhhhhhh My Janna wshhyyyyyyhhhh." Feeling as though he was about to enter her, she began pushing him with all her might. He squeezed her tightly with fierce strength because he was completely unraveling and about to find relief. With immense strength, she pushed him away, and slid out forcefully. Then she jumped up in terror, grabbed his towel lying nearby, and without bothering with her clothes, she opened the door and ran out, adjusting the towel wrap around her body as she headed straight for her room.

As for Naan, seeing her run out like that, he pulled his jallabiya and threw it on, slipping it over.

He reached the doorway just as she was closing her door.

She leaned her back against the door, panting and breathing heavily, and in a voice of fear and tears, she said: "Woe is me, what is wrong with Naan? He has completely changed his appearance, behavior, and actions. Why is he doing these sanity-destroying things to me since he knows he doesn't love me?" Then tears flowed freely. She quickly hurried to the bed, threw herself onto it, and started crying, thinking that Abba had given her over to a runaway wolf since he too was a tyrant.

As for Dr. Rayyern, trembling and crying with a sob he could not suppress, he headed to his room, stripping off his jallabiya.

Upon entering, he tossed the jallabiya onto the bed.

He walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the cold water over himself, hoping to find relief from the wild throbbing of his Naan, which was on the verge of making him scream at the top of his lungs. Although he had found a little relief, it felt as though he was being egged on. He pressed his forehead against the glass of the jacuzzi, let out a loud cry, and grabbed his Naan with his right hand as if he would break it. "Why!? Why!!? Whyyyyyyyyyy!!!? My Janna, what am I feeling like this? Huyyhhhhh." He finished speaking loudly and broke into tears.

He spent about 40 minutes under the cold water before he began taking deep, successive sighs, then bent down and looked at his Naan, which was still standing though slightly less swollen. That made him turn off the water and step out.

Only then did he question himself about losing his dignity, deciding it would have been better to make sure she loved him before everything else.

Then he dressed up. He put on a tailored suit with a sharp, glossy collar. He looked very handsome in it, except that his face was bright red and his eyes were slightly swollen, signs that he had been crying.

He pulled his phone from the pocket of his discarded jallabiya and picked it up. Then he stepped out into the living room, scowling.

As he reached the doorway, he heard a knock. He quickly headed to the door, knowing that their ordered breakfast had arrived.

After receiving it, he returned to the center of the living room. He placed the bag on the center table. Slowly, he sat on a chair, leaned his back, and rested his head against the chair, closing his eyes just as he felt them about to fill with tears.

Jannart, in her room, used her hand to fan her lips because of the stinging pain they were feeling, throbbing intensely from the way he had sucked them to vent his frustration.

She wiped away her tears with her hand, and in a soft, vulnerable voice said: "Such a tyrant, God will punish you for making all my parts ache." Then she buried her face in the pillow and continued crying, until sleep eventually carried her away.

As for Dr. Rayyern in the living room, all his desire to bend his will and control his thoughts failed. He didn't know what was coursing through his body and soul. He knew he had never experienced anything like this in his entire life. "So why is everything changing for me all of a sudden? Could it be that I've always been as lustful as Riyyam-nsra? Or did her coming into my life cause this? Because ever since the day that girl touched me and my stomach ache flared up, she changed my life and turned me into an impatient, lustful person!"

While he was like this, he heard his phone ringing. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut with immense force. In his mind, he said: "I am tired of this custody. I will return their daughter to them since she doesn't love me. I refuse to live with her for years—he can take her wherever he wants now. In eight months she is close to killing me, and she says she doesn't love me! She says she doesn't love me!"

He bit his lip again as a third call came through to his phone. He knew he couldn't speak normally. Furious, he pulled out his phone intending to reject the call, but then answered it blindly. Once he answered and saw it was Barrister Kabir, he suppressed his state and the mood he was in, and held the phone to his ear.

With a choked voice and a trembling, wounded sob about to escape him, he said: "Salam alaikum, Barrister, good morning." Barrister Kabir fell silent, eyes popping out in astonishment at the young man's tone, and said: "Rayyern! Are you alright?" He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, allowing his tears to flow, and in a rigid voice said: "Yes, I'm fine." Unconvinced, Barrister Kabir said: "Are you sure?"

"Uhummm," he replied from deep in his throat.

"Rayyern!..." Barrister called him again with concern. In a voice revealing his true state, he said: "Yes." By now, Barrister realized for sure that the Doctor was under immense pressure because his voice alone exposed his condition. Barrister smiled with a calculated purpose, and softly said: "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing," he replied briefly again. "Well, is Jannart sick?" he asked again with a lawyer's tact. With soft sobs coming from deep in his throat, suppressed by his lingering bravery, he said: "She's fine."

Barrister smiled again and said: "Or perhaps she did something to offend you?" With a burst of anger he didn't know he had, he said: "Yes, she says she doesn't love me." Quickly, Barrister said: "Subhanallah, tell me what she did to you, and Insha Allah I will talk to her, and I'm confident she won't do it again." Only then did he calm down slightly and softly said: "She doesn't want to take medicine, she doesn't want injections, her body flared up, she won't eat, and she keeps running away. I dooooooon't waaaaant..." He dragged out the end of the sentence deep in his throat while tears poured down. Barrister broke into a wicked, happy smile; he knew his trap had caught the prey.

Out loud, he said: "Be patient, Insha Allah I will talk to her and she will stop." Like a little child, he nodded his head. Barrister sighed and softly said: "I actually called to let you know that Azeez said, Insha Allah, this coming Friday he will visit you to check on Jannart's health if you agree. Ever since the day you met, he has been pressing me to come, but I kept refusing because I didn't know your mind." Softly, he said: "May God bring the day, send me our address and I'll forward it to him." Quickly, he said: "No, I sent him your number, he will call you."

"Ok." From there, they exchanged greetings. He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up, gazing at the door of her room, feeling as though his mind was unraveling. He grunted, turned around, walked out lazily, got into his car, and drove away from the house.

European Medical Center, Moscow.

For the umpteenth time, Dr. Sulaiman looked at Dr. Rayyern, whose eyes were bloodshot and face bright red. He wanted to push him hard, but the workload they were handling was already heating up their heads. Since entering at nine in the morning, they hadn't stepped out until nearly two.

At precisely quarter past two, they walked out one after the other. From there, they stepped into the small mosque nearby, performed their prayers, and came out looking hungry and exhausted.

Comprehensive Summary

This narrative excerpt chronicles a deeply tense, emotionally turbulent moment in the complex marriage between Dr. Rayyern and Jannart.

• The Intense Confrontation: The story opens with a passionate and overwhelming romantic/physical encounter initiated by Dr. Rayyern. He is emotionally and physically overwhelmed, driven by an agonizing longing, yet Jannart is terrified and resistant, feeling trapped and unloved. She repeatedly pushes him away, begging him not to steal her virginity since he doesn't genuinely love her.
• Vulnerability and Struggle: Dr. Rayyern battles intense physical and emotional turmoil—struggling with sudden, agonizing physical pains (described as stomach/abdominal pressure) that he claims are alleviated only by intimacy, contrasting sharply with Jannart's fear of being exploited or discarded. Despite his desperate pleas for comfort and physical relief, Jannart holds her ground out of self-preservation, leading to a frustrating compromise where he seeks physical release without full penetration before she ultimately flees to her room in tears.
• Isolation and Internal Conflict: Afterward, both characters retreat in emotional agony. Jannart nurses her physical soreness and cries over feeling trapped with a "tyrant." Dr. Rayyern retreats to a cold shower, tortured by physical and emotional cravings he cannot control, questioning whether his entire nature has suddenly changed since Jannart entered his life.
• The Phone Call: Seeking counsel or an outlet, Dr. Rayyern receives a call from Barrister Kabir. Despite trying to put on a brave face, his choked, tearful voice betrays his extreme distress. Manipulatively exploiting the situation, Barrister Kabir gleefully realizes his trap has worked, extracting details about Jannart's stubbornness (refusing medication/food) and arranging an upcoming visit from Azeez.
• Shift to Moscow: The scene abruptly cuts to the European Medical Center in Moscow, where Dr. Rayyern is enduring exhausting hours in surgery alongside Dr. Sulaiman, physically drained, bloodshot, and suffering silently under the heavy weight of his personal and professional life.

Detailed Description of Characters and Setting

Characters

1. Dr. Rayyern: A brilliant medical professional (practicing both locally and internationally in Moscow) who is caught in a whirlwind of intense, almost consuming physical and emotional passion for Jannart. Beneath his professional exterior lies a man deeply vulnerable, prone to overwhelming emotional outbursts, crying spells, and physical distress when rejected or overwhelmed by desire.
2. Jannart: A young, reluctant wife forced into a marriage arrangement via Abba, feeling profoundly vulnerable and defensive. She is fiercely protective of her dignity and virginity, deeply suspicious of Rayyern's motives because she believes he does not truly love her. She oscillates between fear, defiance, and emotional confusion.
3. Barrister Kabir: A cunning, calculating legal figure who acts almost as a puppet master in the background, setting traps and orchestrating events (such as managing visits from Azeez) while feigning professional concern.
4. Dr. Sulaiman: Rayyern's colleague at the European Medical Center in Moscow, sharing the grueling demands of surgical life with him.

Settings

• The Residence / Apartment: A quiet, fragrance-filled home featuring soft lighting, drawn curtains, a master bedroom, and a living room. It serves as the primary arena of emotional friction, confinement, and intimacy between Rayyern and Jannart.
• European Medical Center (Moscow): A high-pressure, sterile, and demanding international medical environment where Dr. Rayyern escapes to bury himself in intense surgical work, contrasting his chaotic personal life with clinical precision.

Critical Analysis and Commentary

• The Psychology of Compulsive Desire: The narrative heavily utilizes visceral physical imagery (trembling bodies, hot tears, racing heartbeats, intense physical craving) to portray emotional desperation. Dr. Rayyern’s behavior blurs the line between romantic longing and an almost pathological, distressing physical compulsion. His physical pain serves as a narrative device symbolizing the unbearable tension of unrequited or unfulfilled emotional needs.
• Consent and Power Dynamics: The dynamic between Rayyern and Jannart highlights classic themes of coercion versus consent within forced or arranged marital frameworks. Jannart's resistance ("You know you don't love me... don't cut my life short") underscores her acute awareness of her vulnerability. She recognizes that giving in without emotional security strips away her agency, transforming her into a victim of convenience.
• Manipulation and External Interference: Barrister Kabir’s character introduces a layer of intrigue. His amusement at Rayyern's distress reveals that the marriage was engineered as part of a larger, calculated scheme ("his trap has caught the prey"). This adds a layer of political or familial plotting beyond just a domestic romance.

Conclusion

This excerpt portrays a turbulent psychological and emotional crossroads. Dr. Rayyern is physically and emotionally unraveling, trapped between his overwhelming, almost agonizing attachment to Jannart and her staunch refusal to yield to a man she believes harbors no genuine affection for her. As external manipulators like Barrister Kabir pull strings in the background and professional pressures mount across continents in Moscow, the relationship stands on a razor's edge. Without emotional transparency, mutual trust, and genuine affection, the current trajectory points toward inevitable emotional devastation for both Jannart and Rayyern.

Deep-Dive Synthesis: The Sociological and Literary Framework of Hausa Romance (Littattafan Soyayya)

To further unpack the rich text provided, this final extension examines how this specific excerpt reflects the broader literary movement known as Littattafan Soyayya (Literature of Love) or Kano Market Literature.

1. The Cultural Impact of Littattafan Soyayya

Emerging in Northern Nigeria during the late 1980s—pioneered by trailblazers like Balaraba Ramat Yakubu and later expanded by writers like Bilkisu Ahmed Funtuwa—Littattafan Soyayya revolutionized regional publishing.

• Giving Voice to the Inner Lives of Women: Historically, popular literature in the region focused largely on didactic, moralistic tales or political folklore. Soyayya shifted the lens inward, focusing intensely on emotional psychology, domestic negotiations, courtship, and the hidden realities of marital homes.
• Controversy and Social Critique: Because these novels fearlessly address sensitive subjects—such as forced marriages (auren dole), female bodily autonomy, emotional incompatibility, and marital power struggles—they have frequently sparked intense public debate. Conservative critics historically accused the genre of corrupting youth, while literary scholars champion it as a vital mirror reflecting the unspoken frictions of contemporary domestic life.

2. Narrative Anatomy of the Excerpt through a Genre Lens

The emotional intensity and structural pacing of the interaction between Dr. Rayyern and Jannart are textbook manifestations of popular Hausa romantic melodrama:

• The Inversion of Domestic Power: While traditional patriarchal structures position the husband as entirely in control, Soyayya literature frequently subverts this by depicting powerful, educated men (like doctors or lawyers) reduced to utter emotional and physical dependence on their reluctant wives. Rayyern's tears, trembling, and pleading expose a deliberate vulnerability that challenges stoic archetypes of masculinity.
• The Weaponization of Innocence: Jannart’s steadfast defense of her virginity ("you're going to take my virginity and turn me into a divorcee") highlights a deep-seated cultural fear. In societies where marital status and a woman's background heavily dictate her social standing, losing one's innocence to a partner who explicitly admits a lack of love is viewed as a catastrophic social and personal risk.
• Melodramatic Realism: The visceral descriptions of physical sensations—stomach pain, burning tears, racing pulses—serve an important function in the genre. They externalize the invisible psychological pressure cooker of an unhappy or mismatched domestic arrangement, making abstract emotional distress intensely tangible to the reader.

Conclusion

This text stands as a vivid example of how Littattafan Soyayya uses high-stakes domestic drama to explore profound questions of consent, emotional survival, and the clash between institutionalized marriage and individual desire. Through its raw sensory details and vulnerable characterizations, it captures the turbulent heartbeat of modern Hausa popular fiction.