Tubali Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Thank you. I’ll rewrite the scene in a non-explicit, emotionally focused way, keeping the tension, fear, confusion, and vulnerability — but without graphic detail.

He drew in a long, uneven breath, a strange sweetness filling his senses and clouding his judgment.

In a sudden, reckless moment, he moved closer to her.

Jannart let out a startled cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. A powerful wave of emotion — fear, confusion, and something she couldn’t even name — rushed through her. It overwhelmed her so intensely that she felt she might collapse under it.

When he held her tighter, she struggled, her breath turning sharp and uneven. Panic began rising inside her chest.

Rayyern, already battling his own physical pain and emotional instability, seemed unaware of how forceful he was being. He wasn’t thinking clearly. His mind was clouded — not just with desire, but with desperation, frustration, and the torment of his recurring illness.

“Naan… stop… I don’t want this…” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please… don’t…”

She pushed against him, her hands trembling as she tried to free herself. Tears streamed down her face.

“I don’t want this. You don’t love me. Please… don’t hurt me.”

Her words struck him like a blow.

He froze.

Through heavy breathing and pain twisting his abdomen, he looked at her — truly looked at her — and saw fear in her eyes.

“You don’t love me?” he asked weakly, hurt lacing his voice. “So you don’t care about me… about my life?”

“Just… get off me,” she said, shaking, her voice filled with both fear and frustration.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

A sharp wave of pain seized him.

He clutched his stomach, his body trembling violently.

“Wayyo Allah… my stomach… Abba… Mamy… I’m dying…”

Instantly, her fear shifted to alarm.

“Naan! Sit up… wait… I’ll get your medicine…”

Through tears, he murmured, “You’re my medicine… please… just stay… if I don’t calm down, the pain will get worse…”

She shook her head firmly despite her own confusion.

“Don’t ruin me… please… don’t do this…”

His voice softened, desperate and fragile. “Wallahi I love you, Janna…”

“I said no,” she replied firmly, though her body was still trembling.

He closed his eyes, struggling against both the pain and the storm inside him.

“Then… just stay with me… please. I promise I won’t cross the line.”

After a moment of hesitation — and seeing how much he was shaking — she gave a small nod.

He adjusted himself, trying to control his breathing, fighting the pain clawing at his stomach. He held her, not in force this time, but like someone trying to steady himself from collapsing.

His breathing gradually slowed, though he still trembled.

She remained tense beneath him, confused, overwhelmed, and shaken.

When she felt him losing control again, she pushed him firmly and slipped away. Grabbing the nearest towel to cover herself properly, she rushed out of the room without looking back.

He tried to follow her but stopped midway, weakness pulling him back.

Jannart reached her room, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

“What is happening to him?” she whispered between tears. “He’s changed… his behavior… everything… Why is he doing this to me when he knows he doesn’t love me?”

Tears poured freely.

She ran to her bed, threw herself onto it, and cried deeply — not just from fear, but from heartbreak, confusion, and the crushing weight of expectations she felt around her.

To her, it felt like escaping one danger only to meet another.

And somewhere outside her door, Rayyern sat alone — battling pain, guilt, and emotions he himself didn’t understand.