"You are not--and never will be--my wife."
Salim Meer. He smokes, he drinks, he parties, and he couldn't care less about his religion. He struggles to keep his painful past that way--in the past--and often turns to violence and danger to keep his mind from revisiting it.
Sabah Ibrahim. She's never smoked or had alcohol, never been to a party, and is extremely devout and conservative. She volunteers at the community center, helps out at her local mosque, and reads in her free time.
They never thought polar opposites like them could meet. Or worse...
When Salim comes home one day to find a random girl in his living room, he has no idea what to do except what he does best. Get angry and throw a fit. Especially when he finds out that this stranger is his so-called "wife."
Unable to get rid of her, Salim must learn to cope with this annoying, childish, and sickeningly innocent girl he is suddenly responsible for. She irritates him to no end, pushes his buttons, and forces him to acknowledge his past. Yet, no matter how hard he tries to ignore her, he simply can't.
Slowly, Sabah begins to make a place for herself in his well-guarded heart. Around her, his vicious, fiercely protective side begins to surface, eventually leading to something that threatens to steal from him the one thing he thought he resented but now realizes he can't live without. His Sabah.
Amir turned to look at Benazira, and finding no other choice Benazira also looked at him through her eyelashes.
His gaze was so intense, she had started to tremble.
Her lips trembled and she started to feel cold, even tough it wasn't cold.
It was the affect he had on her.
Amir on the other hand had plans in his mind.
They weren't supposed to have a stop unless it was his house, but when he found her looking at him secretly he couldn't help it.
He took his suit off, and pulled his tie aggressively.
She stared at him in a state of puzzlement, trying to figure out what was he trying to do.
He pushed back his chair horizontally, so that it was flat.
She blinked a couple of times, as she finally figured it out.
The thing that had haunted her dreams.
Her heartbeat accelerated, as she attempted to open her side of the door.
It was all in vain, because it was locked.
Shyness took the best of her as her eyes became teary.
"You want to keep me your secret-"
He muttered as he grabbed her hips and moved her on top of him.
She yelped, not expecting him to be that strong.
"Then let me be your little secret, Nazire." He slowly finished, as he connected his lips to her.