When Nazım was thirteen, he broke someone's nose because they had tripped him. When Nazım was fifteen, he got into frequent fights with the school bullies. When Nazım was seventeen, he was expelled from two schools. His life has always been something of a mess. And then things change when the nineteen year old finds out about the dark secret his father has been keeping from his family-a deal between him and a mysterious wealthy young man. A deal that includes a vast amount of money in exchange for something Nazım had always deemed priceless. This deal will have to force him to change from his selfish ways in order to try to bring peace back to the family. And, to a certain extent, himself. But how can he do that if the consequences of not being able to could get him killed?

«أقِفُ مَكْتُوفَ الأيْدِي دَاخِلَ هذا السِجْنِ، أُرَاقِبُ بِصَمْتٍ الكَارِثَةَ التي أمَامِي، أُشَاهِدُ أَرْقَامَها تَتَغَيَرُ بِانْتِظَامٍ كَما لَوْ كَانَت تَتَرَاقَصُ عَلى أنْغَامِ عَدِّها التَنَازُليّ، أنْتَظِرُ انْتِهاءها خَاضِعًا كَيْ تنهِيَ أمْرِي مَعَها بكُلِ هُدُوء المُشْكِلَة ، تَكْمُن فِي عَدَم عِلْمِي بِأَنَّهَا قُنْبُلَةٌ إلا بَعْدَ فَوَاتِ الأَوَان»

حينما تجتمع العقول حول طاولة اللعب ، تبدأ معركة الدهاة . ( القصة فصل واحد كاملة ^^ )

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.