The Forbidden Affection

iety. The air was thick with the smell of dried blood, and the man

ear the man on the floor. A powerful and imposing man, known as

floor hadn't said anything. He got even more anxious when he s

and his thumb under his chin, as if he was carefully thinking about how to deal with the man l

ll the colour drained from his face, and he was petrified. The Agha had dark green eyes

wer. He sat there calmly, and no one could predict what he was thinking, but one thing was u

eech, as a harsh punch landed on his jaw, causing blood to splatter from his mouth. The dark-eyed man growled

sed maliciously that the tremblin

snickered this time, letting

n kept on asking for forgiveness li

s head in a circular motion

ir breath. "Omar

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is eyes were bloodshot. "L-Leave my f-fami

ss. "Tariq. He p-payed me money to k-keep tabs on you

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secrecy of death. The man's body lay dead with a bullet pierced in the mid

e from where the bullet had been fired and k

ill be. Mess with him all you want but never just never go after his fam

as with just one glance his man scurr

is cigarette he lit it up, placing the end at his lips. As he placed the gun in Oma

ilding as Omar followed closely behind. His fa

ection. The green-eyed man was driving as he threw out the finished

We should wait!" Omar spoke almost immediately knowing ve

oke volumes of vengeance. After all, he's no o

ill him in the mosque." Ibrahim spoke seriously knowi

mplexion, trimmed beard, black hair with dark brown eyes. He's a swoon-worthy

amal a lesson for his life but

nutes as Ibrahim tensed under his gaze. He felt the sa

are scar

nd towards the mosque, from his peripheral vision he saw Omar g

is heart which was once full of faith i

ust in a few seconds the people started comi

his gaze shot up to the intruder for any att

de the railing. Her posture in submission. She was facing towards the sky with closed eyes. H

rd so foreign whis

entranced. The glasswork done on her veil was the one tha

ped the clutches of her hijab and caressed her cheek. A

figure of a man for interrupting his conquest as he imm

e was there. It felt like a hallucinat

e man marched back to his rang rover knowing f

he roared the engine to life and