"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

"Korkuyor musun ?" diye sordu. Nehir başını kaldırmadan sadece kafasını salladı. Adamın kokusuna karışmış sert içki kokusu genzini yakmıştı. "Hım demek öyle " dedi fısıltıyla.." O zaman neden buradasın ? Buraya beni memnun etmek için geldiğini biliyorsundur herhalde " Nehir başını kaldırdı. Bebek mavisi gözleri adamın karalarıyla buluştu. "Zorla getirdi " dedi zor çıkan sesiyle. "O zaman ne yapacağız " dedi elinin birisini duvara yaslayıp. Nehir cevap vermedi. "Şöyle yapalım o zaman güzellik , ben seni o adam dan kurtarayım sende bana unutamayacağım bir gece yaşat ne dersin " Emir tuğra eğer sarhoş olmasaydı muhtemel bu sözleri söylemezdi. Bunda içkisine katılmış ilacın etkisi de büyüktü muhtemel. "Yani beni o adama vermeyecek misin " dedi umutla. "Hayır , seni o adama vermeyeceğim ama bu gece seni istiyorum karşılık ver " dedi acımasızca..

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