On the brink of a life that seemed too dull to excite her, amidst the chaos of the insurgency that threatened not just her happiness, but the little she had as a world; Maryam Bukar Ibrahim seemed to battle more wars than her 16 years old and autistic brain could handle. 

It became too much to bear, too much grief for her heart to take and a commitment her innocent yet frail body could endure. As if that wasn’t enough, destiny found a way of getting her married to a soldier, at the brink of her father’s death and the last words he pronounced were of her becoming Mrs. Na’im Bolori. 

For Captain Na’im Bolori, marriage was the last thing he thought for his life. He was the prince of the Kingdom of Maiduguri and suffering from an unmentioned illness broke more of his engagements than he cared to count. Being a soldier was his lifetime dream, yet rescuing a dying father only to get him married to his weird and two colored eyes daughter was something he had never imagined. 

He took her home not because he wanted, not because he was ever going to accept the so called marriage, between, she was only 16 years old! But destiny decided to play with his heart and test how capable he was of controlling himself and protecting the ones he loved. As said, When A Soldier Loves...He Kills To Protect.

When A Soldier Loves

He found him waiting at the door and mockingly, Hafiz saluted him. "I'll be waiting for you two here. I'll watch over to see if there's someone we know around or something. It s not dark for us to hide our identities."

Na im nodded his head in an understanding manner, appreciating the warm and thoughtful gesture of Hafiz. They stood by the door as Na im knocked and it took minutes before they heard her babyish voice, "Who's it?" She had asked, and before Na im was able to answer her, Hafiz had beat him at it.

"I don t know you." She had simply said and turned her back to the door, but the Captain and Bolori rang into her head that she nearly lost her balance if it hadn t been for the sofa next to her. She held it tightly and sat down to get a hold of herself; Intisar!

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