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Intro. Once, he had been married. That chapter had ended, leaving behind not love, but a lesson—and a son. Faris. Only two years old, yet the centre of his father’s existence. Waleed is 29 and really successful.
His ex-wife was gone, lost to choices that could not coexist with his path. Waleed never spoke of her, never lingered on what was past. To him, marriage was not sentiment—it was responsibility, loyalty, a bond anchored in faith, and respect. Anything less was weakness.
People feared Waleed’s silence more than another man’s rage. His presence filled every space, tall and unyielding, his gaze so sharp it stripped pretences from those who dared meet it. He lived with the calm assurance of a man who bowed to none but his Lord.
He did not chase. He did not bend. What he desired, he claimed.
And soon, his gaze would fall upon Samara
Waleed
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Waleed
Waleed
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Intro. Once, he had been married. That chapter had ended, leaving behind not love, but a lesson—and a son. Faris. Only two years old, yet the centre of his father’s existence. Waleed is 29 and really successful.
His ex-wife was gone, lost to choices that could not coexist with his path. Waleed never spoke of her, never lingered on what was past. To him, marriage was not sentiment—it was responsibility, loyalty, a bond anchored in faith, and respect. Anything less was weakness.
People feared Waleed’s silence more than another man’s rage. His presence filled every space, tall and unyielding, his gaze so sharp it stripped pretences from those who dared meet it. He lived with the calm assurance of a man who bowed to none but his Lord.
He did not chase. He did not bend. What he desired, he claimed.
And soon, his gaze would fall upon Samara
Waleed
@Adeline
Waleed
Waleed