Sarauniyar Kyau Takun Farko Complete Hausa Novel
She was tall, perfectly built and exceptionally beautiful—a first-class beauty. If beauty itself had a final destination, then one could easily say that it ended with her.
In terms of age, she could not have been more than twenty or twenty-one years old.
She possessed a perfectly proportioned figure, the kind often described in English as a Coca-Cola shape.
An Extraordinary Beauty
She had large, beautifully shaped white eyes that sparkled brilliantly.
Her eyes had an elegant egg-shaped appearance.
The colour of her irises was difficult to describe.
They were not blue.
They were not green either.
Neither were they ash-coloured.
Instead, they carried a unique sky-purple shade, glowing brilliantly and capable of immediately attracting the attention of anyone who looked at them.
She also had small, thin and naturally deep-red lips.
The beautiful shape of those lips was something worth admiring, adding even more charm to her already striking appearance.
Her Distinctive Facial Features
Her nose was long and elegantly shaped, sitting perfectly in the centre of her beautiful face.
It was neither excessively large nor too small.
Trying to describe every detail of her beauty would almost seem unnecessary because she appeared to possess nearly every physical quality associated with feminine beauty and attraction.
Her Elegant Sky-Purple Outfit
She was dressed in an impressive long Malaysian-style gown that fitted her body beautifully.
The gown had short sleeves, so she wore a sky-purple after-dress decorated with sparkling stones.
The main gown itself was also sky purple and extended all the way down to the floor.
Her naturally dark-brown hair was extremely long and had been beautifully styled.
She tied it with three extraordinarily beautiful and expensive ribbons, allowing the long hair to flow down to the middle of her back.
A light, elegant veil was casually draped over one side of her shoulder.
Her face carried only light make-up, yet she looked extraordinarily beautiful.
An elegant wristwatch was fastened around her wrist.
From her entire appearance and manner, she seemed like the type of person who preferred peace and quiet rather than unnecessary noise.
Preparing for Zahra’s Birthday Party
She stood in front of the dressing mirror, spraying herself with an exquisite perfume whose pleasant fragrance was enough to calm anyone who smelled it.
Suddenly, the door to the enormous and beautifully furnished bedroom was pushed open.
She did not bother turning around because she already knew who had entered.
In an incredibly soft, sweet and delicate voice—almost like the sound of a flute—she said:
“Oh, my lovely dad, Mister Handsome! Your daughter wants to frustrate me. I can actually decide not to attend this birthday party anymore and simply stay here. You know that already, because we were only planning to sneak out to attend the birthday since Daddy isn’t around.”
She spoke like a little girl, full of playful affection and pampered charm, which somehow made her appear even more beautiful.
She also spoke slowly, pausing between parts of her sentence.
Her Friend Teases Her
The young woman who had entered the bedroom burst into audible laughter.
Then she said:
“My Feefarh! I don’t want any nonsense from you. Now that everything is already prepared, you suddenly want to say you are no longer going? Come on, daughter of Mister Handsome! Don’t do this to Zahra. Or have you forgotten who she is to you?”
Feefarh returned the beautiful perfume bottle in her hand to its place on top of the elegant dressing mirror.
She then turned completely around and faced the young woman who had just finished speaking to her.