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..

Humaira: It's so sad what happened. Farhan: I'm trying hard to get over it. Humaira: A tragic car accident claimed the lives of two wonderful people. Farhan: i lost two very dear people. Humaira: The okhtars lost their son and daughter inlaw. Farhan: My brother and sister in law died. Humaira: They left a son behind. Farhan: And there's imran. Humaira: I'm getting married to their other son, for the boy. We're adopting him. Farhan: i have to get married before i can get full custody of him. Humaira: it's an arranged marriage. Farhan: I'm being forced into this. Humaira: I'm happy I'll be bringing a smile to the boy's face. He's why I'm doing this. Farhan: I'm doing this for imran. I'm not happy about it. Humaira: He's the only reason. Farhan: He's the only reason. *All rights reserved *