Sarki Sameer Book 3 By Yaya Azeema

Filled with rage, his heart pounding as if it would burst, he knelt before her and pressed his hand harder against her nose. He felt her stop breathing. Straightening up, he clenched his fists, looking for a way out. Then a plan struck him—he could make people see her as the aggressor. Without wasting time, he grabbed her, threw her down, and carried her toward her bedroom. On her bed, he forced her down, then left the room quickly, still anxious as he moved.

Suddenly he stopped, frozen, as he sensed his presence and her breathing threatening to expose him entirely. It was nothing, only a momentary surge of fear, brought on by the humiliation he suffered in front of Meer, who was holding a phone as if recording him.

Slowly, Meer approached him, careful, and then stopped in front of him, studying the whites of his eyes, now colored with panic.

He played the video, showing him everything—from the moment the woman first came forward, flapping her hands, to the moment she confronted him with words, up to the point he assaulted her and left her collapsed on the floor. From start to finish, nothing was missing; the phone captured it all.

At the end, Meer turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket, keeping his eyes on him from head to toe. After a long, piercing gaze, he finally spoke:

“Finally… or should I say ‘nothing is final’? Anyone who sees this video now will get their answer. So now you must wait for your punishment. Not only for the charges they accused you of before, but now you must face murder. Truly, you impressed me—you managed to commit it. Yet you are a two-faced man, pretending to be innocent before Allah, when in truth you are a master hypocrite.

“Now, tell me: how did you force her out of the house? Who else was involved? Tell me everything—should I make it clear in a way that everyone will hear. I want you yourself to confess to everyone that you killed your wife with your own hands.”

Waziri opened his mouth, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, the sound rattling the room. He laughed until it was enough, then suddenly stiffened his expression, showing no sign of fear. He paced around Meer, shaking his head, then returned in front of him.

“Wow! Wow!! Wow!! Truly, a little lion cub has grown. Your audacity impresses me—but you’re still a fool. You thought you had proof, huh? Hahaha! How funny. Since the moment you left that phone behind, I was watching. As the wise say: what the grown man sees, the boy will never see, not even if he stands on a mountain of gold. My mind is not like yours—I played with your intellect, blocking your calculations.”

He paused, then erupted into laughter again.

“I am stronger than your grandfather, let alone your father. You, little one, you are powerless. From the day you came into this world, I studied you. I knew you would come to me. You tried to approach me early, but your plan backfired. The accusation against you is true, and I played a part in it, even though I also have my own home to worry about. The story I gave you was false. Your assumptions were right in some ways, though. The Fulani woman had no knowledge—she was our instrument. I personally ensured everything was carried out. She didn’t know, nor did she understand that her son would come here.

“When the child was born, we twisted her womb so she would never give birth naturally again. We removed her from the house, along with her children. From your father to your uncle, because Muhammad’s lineage would not rule this house. The dynasty must be disrupted. We installed another from outside. This was our plan.

“I fear nothing, which is why I am telling you all of this. And even if you told others, no one would believe you or dare touch you without concrete proof. You are not strong enough to face us. You have no idea who I am—that’s why you barged into my territory. My advice: pull your hands back from any investigation you were planning. It will be easier if you all leave this kingdom intact. You will never succeed against us, and the rule will never return to you. One by one, we will destroy you completely, and you will never return to this place alive.”

As Waziri spoke, Meer watched him closely. Nothing Waziri said scared him; he thought his plan could still succeed. So he sat, letting the flood of emotions and arrogance build inside him. But Waziri’s display was overwhelming, showing him that his own strength would never match this.

Waziri adjusted his posture, adding:

“Truly, you fool, you tried hard to deceive me. You think proof is everything? I will soon retrieve this video as undeniable evidence. How will you defend yourself when people see it?”

He smiled knowingly, like a mischievous child, then continued:

“You will erase this video yourself, because it is useless in your hands and in the hands of others. What you took for a simple act was a setup. I showed you only a fraction of what I am capable of. You thought you could kill my wife? That is audacity. And what you saw is only a glimpse.

“My wife did not die. I did not give her poison. Stay silent.”

He raised his voice slightly and said:

“Understand?”