"I'm sorry," I stammered feeling his warm breath fanning my face, and his dark eyes boring into mine, with hate evident on his face.

He pinned me against the wall once again, looking straight into my eyes. Warm tears made their way down my chin, and I had no strength in stopping them. 

"It's too late to say sorry my dearest wife" he whispered holding me roughly by the waist. At that moment I know I'm in deep trouble.
He is selfish and only thinks about himself. He doesn't care if it'll trouble the people around him. Jawad returns from his journey when he gets the news of him getting married or he loses his position of being the heir to his father's company.
Farah is a beautiful and kindhearted woman, with a nice and loving family. When a marriage proposal came for her, she knew her life is about to change. As she has no opposition to marriage, she agrees to marry the man her parents choose for her.

Two opposites are tied in an arranged marriage. Will they keep their differences aside? And make their marriage work?

BEHIND YOU

　　The rays of the sun woke me up from my deep slumber, I slept in the same place Jawad left me yesterday. The room was quite only the sound of birds chirping.


　　I literally walked to the bathroom and took a hot bath to soothe my aching body. I dressed into a simple black legging with a white baggy top and tied my hair in a bun wrapping my hijab on it.


　　My eyes roam to the bed finding it clean exactly as it is yesterday, it means Jawad didn't sleep in the room. I ignore the pang of hurt I felt, brushing off the thought of Jawad I decided to make myself some breakfast since aunt Fatima is still on vacation.?


　　I stood in front of the fridge contemplating what to make, I decided to make some pancakes with hot chocolate. I set my plate on the dining ready to devour when I heard sounds of footsteps, I don't have to be told who it was because nobody is living in the house apart from me and Jawad. Ignoring him I continue devouring my food.


CHAPTER 11