Unexpectedly, Johum got tied to a man who became her worst nightmare. In between guns, blood and his hot kisses, will she be able to feel anything for him or will she always hate him like she does?
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"Only if you would have told me about him Durra." Sighed Faris, staring exasperatedly at the woman in front of him who cradled a sharp gray eyed baby in her arms.
"Then what?" Durra, the woman, snapped, glaring at him with those murderous eyes, "You would have done what every fucķing male always does. As much as I do not want him, he is still a human being." She stared at the baby boy who innocently blinked up at her while chewing on his own fingers. Her gaze softened, "I do fear Allah." She whispered.
"Give him to me." Faris took the boy from her who screamed and wailed, closing his eyes as his chubby face turned red, "Zayan, he will be called ZayanHelmy." He murmured without any emotion.
"He doesn't like you." Durra commented as Zayankicked and punched his father. Faris cringed. That little shit.
"Same." He handed him back to his mother and the baby instantly stopped wailing.
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"So, are you excited boy?" Faris crossed his arms behind his back and raised an eyebrow at the little boy.
"No." He grumbled and walked towards his toys, "Go away." He called over his shoulder. He was not excited to go on a day out with his father.
"I did not travel for three hours to just go away." Faris stated, looking at the time on his watch. "Come over here. And show me your grades." He sat on the couch and called Zayan over.
Zayan got up from the carpet and walked in his room. He fetched his report card and walked towards his father who was still sitting in the same position.
"Here." Zayan handed him the card. Faris opened the card and raised his eyebrows.
"74 percent?" He closed the card with anger, "You said you'll do better." He grounded his teeth.
"I don't want to." Zayan hissed, "I do not want grades." He walked away and sat down on the carpet once again.
"You come here boy. Don't be a disappointment to your family." Faris stood up from the couch.
"What family?" Zayan stood up along with his toys and glared at him. "You are not family. You are just...a visitor." He walked away, towards his room.
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"I can't not." Durra whispered to the four years old boy, sleeping in his car shaped bed that he disliked so much. He wanted his room to be black but Faris said it was too dark for a kid, "I tried so hard..." she whispered, grazing her fingers over his cheeks.
