C1 One

Najmah's pov

I walked down the stairs carefully, taking note of each step I took. it was my eighteenth birthday and the house looked beautifully decorated with balloons and ribbons of all colors and types.

"here she comes" the DJ announced immediately he saw me walking down the stairs slowly, I was dressed in her blue gown that shined beautiful it the spotlight.

"you look dashing habibty " My mother said to me immediately she stood before me.

"I do, I know right. the gown fits me perfectly" I said while twirling arround happily.

"where's dad?" I said while searching arround the house with my eyes.

"he is on his way" my mum's tone held dishonesty.

"he is not coming, is he?" my eyes held tears in it as I said. "I begged him" I added in a whisper.

"habibty you'll ruin your make up" my mother said while holding unto my cheeks.

"When it was usmans birthday he didn't bail on usman. but when it comes to Me, he makes excuses" I said with tears cascading down my eyes.

"I feel like he's not my dad" immediately those set of words escaped my lips, My mothers eyes showed something that spelt great fear.

"he is" My mother said with tears in her already red eyes.

"he's not, don't want this party " I said. I turned arround and began running towards the stairs.

"where are you going princess?" a voice which came from the speaker said and I stopped in my pace and turned arround.

"father?" I said turning to where the voice came from. but to my dismay he wasn't my father but an elderly looking man wearing a royal outfit.

"my love, I've come for you dear" the man said and I walked slowly down the stairs with my eyes plastered on my mum whose face looked pale. My mum looked away In other to avoid my questioning gaze That, I was certain about.

"Take me away?" I questioned my mum who immediately nodded her head in the negative.

"who is he?" I asked My mum once again. And she looked away and walked in rapid speed to where the man stood with the mic in his left hand.

"please I'm very sorry for this inconvenience but I'll like to kindly ask you all to leave these premises please" My mother said into the mic to everyone's hearing and making me

extremely confused as to what was going on.

Everyone at the party did exactly what there were told. they all left, leaving Me, My mum, and the royally dressed man all alone.

"what are you doing here?" My mum said in a fit of rage.

"18 years" the man simply said.

"I said I'll bring her to you" My mum said and I looked at them both with confusion in My eyes. What could they mean by 18 years.

"I can change my mind, can't I?" the Royally dressed man said to my mum who just frowned.

"yassin I don't want you here, don't ruin this" My mum said to the elderly man whose name I just found out is yassin.

"what is going on here " I said walking over to yassin.

"Najmah go upstairs" My mum said pointing towards the stairs. I decided to abide by her and walk upstairs but the words that flew out of the mans mouth made me halt.

"I'm your father, king yassin" he said making me turn arround to gaze directly into his eyes. I felt shocked, confused and scared. What could he mean?, what was all this?, was I right all along for believing that jibril was not my father?.