I Am Not Your Daddy
Prologue
It's a dark romance book. If someone is uncomfortable with age-gap romance then I'll recommend don't read this book. This story is only for highly mature audience.
And I am not a professional writer. I write for fun. So Enjoy this story as much as I am having fun while writing it.
Oman
"I can't marry her. I am old enough to be her father, not her bloody husband"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Oman you have to marry her. We can't leave her like that. Think about it. She has no one. Men will eye rape her and think they have a right to molest her"
He looked at the girl who was clutching Fatima's neck tightly.
Indeed, it was true. Her beauty Always attract so much attention. They can't leave a poor soul like this on streets.
He sat down on a bench rubbing his palm against his forehead. He was in strange dilemma.
Oman
"Call Imam, we will marry right away"
Fatima gave him a sympathetic smile.
Random person
"Is she your daughter?"
Oman
"No, she is my wife and mine"
Oman married a 16 year old girl to save her from this cruel society. But later he fell harder for his little wife. But his life was also in danger as he was exiled from his country. Sultan of Iran wanted him to be dead. He was planning to go towards Indian subcontinent and spend rest of his life there.
During their travel they faced many problems but got comfortable enough to share physical and emotional intimacy.
Even though she was innocent but the way she behaved in front of Oman wasn't innocent at all. For him, she was little seductress, who knew how to allure him and make him crazy for her.
Later Oman only desired her. He knew it was wrong, but the innocent girl was his wife and he will not stop himself when he will fall harder for her.
Strongest leaders bow down to this 6ft of a man with brown hair and deep dark eyes. But he bows to his 5ft wife.
Every person could piss in fear of his dangerous, domineering and intimidating presence except his little beautiful girl, Tara. He can take anyone's life for her and can also give his life for her.
People thought he was her father because of their big age gap. But when they learned he was her husband, they were shocked.
He clearly stated to people he is her husband not her daddy.
*Oman's age - 30 Taras' age-16 *
Author
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Author
And This story is a Age-gap and Historical fiction.
Chapter 1
Random person
"Stop that thief; she robbed me,"😡
A man said, running behind a girl.
She pushed her legs hard against the muddy surface. Thundering footsteps trailing behind her were getting closer.
She looked behind her to see if the man was still chasing her, but to her horror, she saw a thick stick in his hand. He looked like a maniac following her.
Random person
"Stop, you little scoundrel."🤬
Nameless Girl
*still running*💨💨
She became even more scared and ran even faster. She was already out of breath, and it was so tough to run in a long skirt.
Suddenly, she saw a big man coming in front of her. Not able to stop, she found herself crashing into him.💥💥💥
He was like a big wall. A hard wall. His face was covered with a scarf. So she couldn't see his face.
Random person
"Huff, thank God you caught her.
Random person
"She robbed me in Bazaar,"
The gray man said, huffing like a pig.
Oman looked at the girl and then at her hands. She was holding a piece of bread and clutching it to her chest.
She was thin-much tinier and more fragile. Her hazel eyes were unusually clear and steady. The long, curling eyelashes shaded her eyes. She was wrapped in a shabby old cloak. Her face was covered with dust, her skirt was torn, and her hair was dirty. She was the epitome of beauty, if the dirt on her face could be removed.
Her feet, despite the hot sand, were bare. She looked like a girl in her early teen years.
Random person
"Give that girl to me.I'll make her pay,"😤
The man with the stick said, extending his other hand to grab her wrist.
Oman
*grabbed his wrist and clutched it in a tight grip*
He had a way of looking at a person with his dark eyes. so focused and intent that it can make any man bend his knee.
Oman
"What has she stolen?"
Oman asked the old man coldly.
The old man paused for a moment, taken aback. Oman clutched his wrist even harder, making him wince.
Random person
"Aww, she stole my bread, then ran away,"😒
He said while trying to free his wrist from Oman's grasp.
Oman left him with a jerk.
He grabbed some gold coins from his purse and threw them on the ground.
Oman
"Take this and go away"
The man looked at the ground in disbelief as he lowered himself to pick up the coins. Those coins were more than he needed.
He laughed evilly, showing his dirty teeth.
Random person
"Waah, Allah will give you double, my son,"😈
He said while laughing, and he walked away swaying his hand full of gold coins.
Her blazing eyes surveyed him. There was something about him; an aura of authority, a touch me not glaze which dazzled and at the same time made her want her to reach out, just to see if he was real. He both compelled and intimidated.
He glanced one last time at her before walking away, leaving her standing in the same spot.
Carefully, she watched him strode away and then followed his footsteps.
Nameless Girl
*follow him*
After crossing five shops, he noticed the same little girl from before following him.
Oman
*notice her following him*
He took long strides so that she wouldn't follow him. He was astonished to learn she kept chasing him. It was a funny sight to see her running with her small legs.
He walked past many shops; now houses started to appear.
He knew the long-haired girl was still following him. He entered a narrow street. Not a single soul was seen on the path. Street walls were so high and hard to climb.
Her footfall was the only thing that he could hear on this silent, narrow street.
He stood in front of a small iron gate. His height was larger than the door frame that he had to bow down to enter the house.
She wanted to follow behind him, so she mimicked him but found herself a little scared. She stood in front of the gate. Hesitantly, she slowly pushed the gate ajar.
Nameless Girl
*still following him*
She noticed a house, so she entered. The house was spacious, and rooms stood adjacently. She assessed everything around her, then her eyes landed on a woman in her late 20s who appeared in front of her.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Who are you?"
The woman asked, surprised to see a teen in her home.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Oman, who is she?"
Fatima shouted, but didn't receive any reply in return.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
*frustrated*😤
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Who are you, girl, and how did you get here?"
She asked while taking some steps towards her.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Out of here immediately,"😡
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Chapter 1-(Part 2)
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Out of here immediately,"😤😡
Fatima commanded, pointing toward the exit.
Fatima went near her in an attempt to move her back. But when she tried to touch her, she flinched away.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"What?"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"How can she follow you, and you let her come here?"
Oman
"She was hungry, so I didn't say anything,"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Are you out of your mind? If someone came to know, they would not give a single thaught before calling troops over here,"
Then Fatima looked at the bread in her hands, which the girl was clutching tightly to her chest.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She already has bread."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"How could you say she is hungry?"
Fatima asked; she was angry now.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
( How could he be so careless? )
Oman said nothing and walked past Fatima and stood in front of the hazel-eyed girl.
He extended his hand to give her the plate of food.
Nameless Girl
*looked at him*
She looked at Oman with doodling eyes and took the plate from him. Her stare was intense, void, and hollow inside. They held each other's gaze. His breath was taken away. For a good ten seconds.
Coming to his senses, he took a step back and gave her one last look before storming into his room.
Fatima followed behind him.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Oman, listen. Don't ever do that again. You're already in danger. Don't look for any more trouble,"
Fatima said in a worried tone.
She cared for her elder brother very much, and looking at how he believed in people made her irritated sometimes.
Oman
"Don't worry, it won't happen again,"
He said, pulling out a dagger from beneath a mattress and checking its blade.
Oman
( It needed to be sharpened. )
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Whatever, you won't listen to me anyway,"
She said, folding her arms near her chest like a little girl showing her anger.
Oman was sharpening the blade on the rock. It was a legendary dagger and he had used it in many wars along with his heavy sword. He was always brutal when it came to fighting. He spared no one and was undefeated in combat.
He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice Fatima sitting beside him.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"That girl, is she mute? Because when I questioned her about her family, she didn't utter a word. Neither did I hear a sound come out of her mouth."
Fatima was deep in thought.
Oman
"Perhaps, but I don't think so,"
Oman said while checking his blade to see if it was sharp enough.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I wanted to give her some clothes. Her skirt was torn, and now I actually feel bad for shouting at her."
Fatima has a soft side, even though she tries to become cold outside.
Oman
"Don't think too much, Fatima,"
He said, looking at her sad face.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I don't want some dirty men to harass her."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I wanted to give her something appropriate to wear, but she ran away."
Oman
"She ran away again?"
He asked, but he wasn't even a little bit surprised.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"What do you mean again?"
Fatima narrowed her eyes at Oman.
Oman
"I saw her many times in the streets. Whenever she saw me, she used to run after me. Today she chased me till our home,"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She doesn't have a family."
Oman
"I don't know Fatima,"
He said, taking a deep breath.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"It didn't seem she has someone to look after her."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She was cute, though, and innocent too,"
Fatima remembered her facial features, like those of a princess. Her eyes were the most attractive; they caught Fatima's attention. Fatima wanted to help her anyway.
Oman was doing his work, but his mind wandered to her. She doesn't talk much; however, she speaks with her eyes.
Her gaze always pierced through his heart with her sadness. A little girl who was fighting with people alone was really scary.
He had seen her many times, jumping here and there like a butterfly. He helped her by giving her something to eat whenever they crossed paths.
Maybe that's why she used to chase him. After taking something to eat from Oman, she used to run away. He always wonders how she survives.
He wasn't interested in her, but there was something... weird. which makes her interesting. After thinking for a while, he pushed his thoughts to the back of his head.
She doesn't remember much, but on that fateful day, she got separated from her father. Her father went into the crowd and never came back for her. She tried to look for her dear father right there, around a bakery.
She spent days in front of the bakery, sitting by the side of the street. She had no guardian to provide her shelter. Then days passed and the weathers came and went. To fill her stomach, she started stealing food.
She still roams around that bakery, waiting for her father. In hope that he will come back someday and take her home-she still held out a tiny shred of hope.
She was treated like a princess in her own home, however she became a homeless girl, and people think of her as a thief.
She didn't had another choice, wasn't at a fault. If they wanted to call her a thief, they can- - gladly. People were cruel to her and no one ever sympathized with her.
After meeting Oman, she instantly started admiring him. She desperately wanted his attention. She didn't know why it happens but one glance at him, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
Author
Sorry guys, I know it's very lame and boring but this is just the start of the story with a lot of introduction and other stuff.
Author
But I promise in the future you will enjoy this story 😜
Author
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