YARIMA ASHMAN Complete Hausa Novel Document by YARIMA ASHMAN

**Jamilu was sitting at Safa and Marwa Parlour, wondering how a poor, helpless woman like her could dare to challenge him. The smirk of mischief crossed his face as he said, "I’ll hire Barrister Saminu to deal with her. How dare she think she can stand against me?" He burst into a mocking laugh, the kind that reeked of arrogance.**  

**His phone rang, and he picked it up, calling out, "Bala!"**  

**As Bala answered, Jamilu asked, "Have you heard what this wretched woman has done?"**  

**Bala laughed and replied, "Hmm, so she really thinks she can fight you? Don’t worry, I’ve already gotten Barrister Saminu on board. Once she sees the legal fees, she’ll back down—after all, she’s just a poor woman."**  

**Bala chuckled. "Exactly. Let her suffer. That’s what she gets for daring to challenge you." The deal was sealed, written in black and white.**  

**"Alright then," Jamilu said. "Let’s wait for the court date and handle this together."**  

**Bala replied, "Done. They’ve already been served."**  

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**Later that night, around 11 PM, Prince Ashman sat on his large bed with his laptop in front of him, working. His phone rang—it was Salma. He hesitated before answering, his mind preoccupied with his work and the weight of his responsibilities.**  

**She called again, and when he didn’t answer immediately, she sent five missed calls. Finally, he picked up, and her voice came through sharply: "Haba, baby! Are you ignoring my calls? Is this how you treat me?"**  

**He sighed and said, "Salma, please, I’m busy. I’ll call you later."**  

**She snapped, "Busy with what? More important than your future wife?"**  

**"Exactly," he replied coldly.**  

**Anger flared in her voice. "Wow, thank you, Mr. High and Mighty!"**  

He smirked. "Oh, so you’re mad now?"

"Yes, I am! You think you can just dismiss me like this?"

He laughed. "That’s not how I operate. I’m Prince Ashman—I don’t beg for a woman’s attention. And by the way, I’ll be traveling for a five-week course, followed by a three-month program abroad. So get used to not seeing me often."

After a pause, she muttered, "Fine, baby, I’m listening."

But he had already hung up, returning to his work.

The next morning, at 10:30 AM, Prince Ashman arrived at the courthouse for the hearing.

Sitting in his black-tinted car, he listened to soothing music, mentally preparing himself.

Ten minutes later, his lawyer met him outside, and they walked in together.

Inside, Umma (the woman suing him) tried to avoid his gaze, but he stared directly at her, unshaken. He sat confidently, watching as his lawyer grilled her with questions, leaving her stumbling over her answers.

For nearly 30 minutes, Prince Ashman watched with satisfaction, silently assuring himself that, with God’s will, victory would be his.

Then, as if from nowhere, Umma spotted Bala and Jamilu stepping out of a sleek car with five others. A heated argument broke out as Jamilu and Bala approached, flanked by their legal team.  

Jamilu smirked and announced, "Meet Barrister Ashman Ismail Khaleed—the lawyer who will bury your case."