{UNDER EDITING} Join the roller coaster ride of the bonded lives of Amir and Aisha (Iman) Amir. A carefree guy with a hidden past And Iman. A girl who wasn't prepared for the sudden turns in her life... The Bond. ......... I held his arm "Please stay" I blinked back the tears "for me" He closed his eyes for a second before pulling me in for a hug He took a deep breath "I'm, sorry, for everything, I-...you don't deserve this, I know you don't, I didn't plan all of this to happen, please forgive me...I love you Aisha" ......... #1 in Amir out of 213 stories #1 in Iman out of 176 stories #22 in Hausa out of 990 stories #33 in Paris out of 1,000+ stories #44 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #69 in Islam out of 1,000+ stories #108 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #126 in Happiness out of 1,000 stories #382 in Wattpad out of 1,000+ stories 🤍

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..