Farid ibn Omar Qureshi, a 27-year-old hacker with the face of a Greek god and a sharp, cunning mind, thrives on chaos. Arrogant, charming, and an unapologetic playboy, he works for Turkey's government, living by his own rules and rejecting all notio...
Say, ˹O Prophet, that Allah says,˺ "O My servants who have exceeded the limits against their souls! Do not lose hope in Allah's mercy, for Allah certainly forgives all sins.1 He is indeed the All-Forgiving, Most Merciful.
(Qur'an 39:53 Az-Zumar)
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-F A R I D-
Can anyone believe that a bastard like me is married, in what, just 2 days I've only met her 2 times and guess what we are totally opposite if she is mashriq (east) then I'm maghrib (west).
For a moment I'll say she is pretty and if she wasn't my wife I'll surely had fucked her but no she is my wife she had trapped me with this marriage thing.
My life was good before. I used to do parties and have fun roaming around with my friends having hookups and all but now dad has said no to everything, you know why because I'm married what bullshit is this if I'm married can't i go to club and have fun there.
If she has ruined my sleep in just 7 hours of marriage then I'm thinking what will happen afterwards.
She seems to be islamic but me, I'm an atheist, I don't believe in god and all.
I woke up a while ago and I didn't have the energy to stand and bathe and all. I take a deep breath and my nostrils fill with smells of lavender.
Lavender?
It's hers.
Maa. I miss my mom having no one around to take care of you makes you go insane and alone I wish maa had never died I wish- I wish many things didn't happened that night.
That night oh gosh that night was the nightmare for a small child. That night when all those things happened with us. That night everything got ruined.
I lost everything that night along with maa, father and myself too. I don't know who I'm now. I don't know why I'm. Why I'm born.
I shouldn't think.
Forget it farid.
Forget it.
Forget it.
My train of thoughts broke when I smell something unfamiliar: lavender again.
What she is going why her smell is making me weak but-
But peaceful.
I sigh and get in the washroom to get ready.
I walked down the stairs as I saw her standing in the kitchen with her hair tied in a bun. And wearing something weird that I don't give a shit of.
Ignoring her presence, I walked towards the door while tying my watch on my left hand. when she called me.
"Farid" she called. I close my eyes for a moment. My name sounds ugly from her mouth. I turn around as our eyes meet.
Surprisingly her eyes are dark brown in shade, which I know it's normal but I wasn't talking about her eye color, I was talking about how peaceful they look. My heart skips a beat looking at her eyes which were staring at my green one. No no don't.
"What" i sounded rude and that's what I had wanted to. "Breakfast, won't you have them?" she asked, narrowing her eyebrows.
What an annoying piece of sh- women i mean women.
"No" saying that I turn around. Her next words sent a rage in my whole body.
"Eat or I'll complain to your dad" she said and I'm hundred percent sure she is smirking while saying that
"Are you blackmailing me women" I clench my fist tightly while gazing at her coldly.
How dare she.
"I'm not like those weak wifes, who'll cry if her husband doesn't respect them. So close your mouth and sit down to eat" she ordered and turn around to serve.
She fucking order me. ME. The Farid fucking qureshi.
I hate her. I hate her voice. I hate her smell. I hate her appearance. I fucking hate her existence.
Do I have to marry this woman? Just wait for a few months.
Having no choice I sat down on the dining table and waited for her to bring her so-called breakfast.
I've never eaten at home because of course there is no one to make them. My mother died when I was 7. My father doesn't care much about me. But now I have an irritating wife who'll make food for me. Great.
In just two days I have a wife with whom I have to share everything, literally every single thing, that's at least what my father says.
