Don't Forget

Don't Forget

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"I just... I just hate airports." She smiled at me sheepishly before averting her gaze back to the ground. I stared at her for a long time. "Why?" "They just always take people away from home." My hand hovered uncertainly over hers, but I refrained, knowing it wouldn't be right. "But sometimes, just sometimes, they bring us back." ☪ Michael was never good at much, never good enough for his father to be precise. Now, he finds himself in another place, but at least he's not alone. The place he thinks to be his doom might actually become his home, the crazy people he meets here might actually become his family. Sometimes you find happiness in the oddest places. ☪ Disclaimer: This book simply has muslim characters. It is not meant to depict perfect muslims, or be portrayal of the religion itself. ☪
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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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