NUR RAINON DAN FASHI Complete Hausa Novel Document by NUR RAINON DAN FASHI

Five police cars were chasing a strikingly beautiful young woman, her face covered, making it impossible to see her full beauty. With practiced ease, she sped off on her motorcycle, carrying a bag full of large sums of money.  

"Shoot her!" one of the officers shouted. If they had aimed properly, a bullet would have hit her. But she swerved sharply on her bike, dodging the shot with a one-handed maneuver. It seemed they weren’t actually trying to hit her—just scare her into stopping. Within moments, she revved the engine, and the bike leaped forward like a wild horse, leaving the police cars behind. The driver inside one car clutched the wheel in frustration as she disappeared from sight.  

"Oh my God, we’ve lost her today!" one of the officers exclaimed.  

Meanwhile, she arrived at a large house and entered swiftly. The house wasn’t suspicious—just an ordinary-looking place, but inside, it was a den of thieves. Men sat in the courtyard, their faces lighting up when they saw her. She walked in with a faint smile, heading straight to her room.  

Her room was small but meticulously organized—not overly luxurious, but tastefully decorated. She removed the mask covering her face, revealing her stunning beauty. Without wasting time, she went to the bathroom, performed ablution, changed into comfortable clothes, and then prayed.  

I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was incredibly beautiful, with long, straight hair—not too short, not too voluminous, just perfectly sleek. The bag she carried, stuffed with stacks of cash, was placed carefully in a hidden drawer. She then pulled out her laptop and began researching something.