Aaban

Aaban

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• HIGHEST RANK #1 in Islamic• (COMPLETED ON FEBRUARY 14, 2019 WITH 14K READS!) That is the real Aaban Waheed, the man she fell in love with. Yet, one should not forget that he is the ruthless mafia boss out there. His not afraid nor hesitant to slit the throats of the ones who cross his path. His words can affect you even if you don't want them to. He can twist your words and make you regret ever crossing his path. He is smart in his situations, prepared for the worst. That is the very characteristic of a mob boss, and his appearance sums it all up. His black hair tousled up into quiff, there always that one strand of hair that made its way into his face. His hazel green eyes that always held a glaze of secrecy that he knew something that you did not, that they held the darkest of secrets beneath them. His soft cheeks and his hard jaw, his pink lips which felt so soft against Haniyah's. This man belonged to her. • (THIS BOOK IS NOT EDITED)
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"I can touch whatever and whenever I like at the end you are my wife aren't you?" He grabbed my scalp harshly with his hands which really hurt "N-n-no I-i'm not your w-wif-fe." I shaked my head continuously more like convincing myself He just let go put his hands in his pockets and chuckled lowdly evilly "You are Ilan Salvatore Syed." "YOU ARE MY WIFE MY PROPERTY MY TOY WHATEVER I WANT TO CALL YOU YOU BELONG TO ME " he yelled which made me shake my head continuously thinking about my mother and Rahol . "No No No No Nooooo!" I covered my ears and shook my head violently. "NOOOOOO!" I yelled again not controlling my tears . Rahol's bloodshot eyes flashed in front of me . The ring that was on my hand reminded me of my mother's last wish that I was too of a coward to make it come true "Please no Please have mercy on me." I was now on the floor with my back on the cold wall knees tightly on my chest and my head resting on them covering my ears . "Cut the drama now let's get to the good part ." He took me by my arm and dragged me to a big room which was as dark as his soul . Everything was black like his heart Allah please help me please I know everything happens for a good reason but please help me please. Before I knew it he threw me on the cold floor I was crying continuously not accepting what was happening, thinking it was all just a nightmare then the next words that came out of his mounth brought me back to my ugly reality "Strip." -------------- A/N This story is not cringe at all I promise it's not the cliche Mafia love stories. (Said by every cliché Author lol)😭 Everyone is welcome to read this book btw it doesn't matter if you are from my culture or religion anything that is foreign I will translate it to you .❤️

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