Sarcasm is her love language. Sabira, daughter to a socialite Mother and a too-busy Father, is a social recluse who finds company in a dark places like her head, the dark novel she is writing and faceless person on I.G. The closer she gets to the stranger, the more she gets healed of wounds she never knew existed. But then her mother just had to burst that bubble by 'suggesting' she dates a family friend . A man, who makes her mad, a man who couldn't stand her, a man who humiliated her, a man who so arrogantly feels like he is king of everyone, like he is SULTAN. A story rich with love, culture, family bond, friendship, and a large dose of humour. Enjoy... hopefully.

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..