Her POV

Eid. It was Eid.

After a lengthy Ramadan of fasting, Eid had come. For many people, the fight over the moon sighting was only in speech. For me, I had a shining reminder right on my face after arguing with him about it.

The month of Ramzan is a moth of Mercy though, so I forgave him. I prayed for him, even if he didn't pray for himself. Throughout the month, he didn't care about fasting or praying. If I woke him up for suhoor, he strangled me with the blanket and told me not to disturb his sleep. He was very important and his position as CEO of Ambiguous Co was very important, he needed his rest. When i advised him to go for taraweeh, he only replied "Why should I pray? I don't care about that because I prayed everyday for my mom to be brought back to life and Allah didn't bring her back so I don't care to pray to Him anymore."

I knew he didn't mean it. He was hurting. And even if some scholars regard the person who doesn't pray as having left Islam, I knew I had to remain with him as a patient Muslim wife. I owed it to him. He had suffered so much.

On the day of Eid, he brought me a pair of $600 sunglasses to cover my blackeye. He's so thoughtful. I knew I had to repay him somehow.

After fajer (morning prayer) I got redy for Eid. He said he would be going with some old friends and that if I wanted to go to Eid I needed to find my own way. I was dressed and ready to go, but I had to watch longingly from the window with tears in my eyes as he drove away in a limo with his six friends and their girlfriends. He looked nice in his super fancy italian 3-piece suit. And the smirk he had when he met his friends soothed my heart.If only he would smile to me like tht. Someday, i told myself. "someday."

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His POV

Eid. Why did it have to be Eid?

It was the worst day of the year for me, because it ws once the best day. I used to be happy on Eid. But that was before.

In my childhood, Eid was the most biggest celebration in my family. We would rent out hotels and party from sunrise to midnight, and from midnight to sunrise. I got ll the best gifts. iPhones, a new car, pet tiger, a helicopter. My mom would always scrape together her savings to make sure we had a good time. But my dad...

Eid was his strict day. He made sure everything ran by schedule. We had to brush our teeth at 5:18am until 5:20am. We were all showered and dressed by 6am. We would go to pray, then sit in the car while he talked and smoked for an hour. Then, right when we wanted to ask for our gifts, he would shout us to be quiet and stop ruining his Eid, then he'd drop us off at home nd go to work.

There were some old uncles who would stop by to give us Eid money. But I hated them. Their fingers smelled like sweaty hotdogs and their hands had liverspots. Plus, who the heck where they to give US money? We're not poor! W e could bye their hole lifes and the retirement homes they lived in and close it juts for fun if we wanted! Stupid men. And they had beards. I know how much beards are detested by readers of this genre, except some stubble, so i keep a 5 o'clock shadow and that's it, because beards are gross.

Anyways, Eid was the best. And then mom died. The day she died, dad celebrated with a hooker. My brother beat me up for crying and told me mom never loved me anyways so why should i care about her? But I didn't belief it. I had to protect my sister, so i worked out to get my glorious washboard abs and be strong for us both.

That was the night I joined the gang, Fire Fists. They were going to kidnap my sister, but when i beat them all up myself, they took her hostage and forced me to join them or else I'd never see her again. I joined and became the leader.

Now i sat in the car with them on the way to Eid. The car was filled with symphonies of smoke and sin. Tim was smoking weed. Antoine was snorting coke. The chauffeur was drunk i'm sure. But i didn't care. My $25,000 gold watch told me it was probably time for me to die anyways.

When we reched the place, i didn't pray. my prayers were never answered before, so i stopped caring. I went on the side and rolled up my sleeves to smoke. A couple of women walked by and i smirked at them. They were hot. But i would never go for them. Probably too religious. I hated religious womens, like that awful one my dad forced me to marry. It was a business deal he made with her dad. I had no choice. But i would never consider her my wife. Never.

And then she showed up. I was standing outside the gate with my shades on, puffing on cigarette hanging loosely between my lips, when I saw the bus pool up. I wanted to laugh at whatever poor unsuccessful loosers rode in on it, how could they not be a billionare ceo rich person? who chooses to be poor? Idiots.

But then i saw her step down. The clumsy girl tripped over that long thing she wears and landed on her face. i was gonna laugh, but then some man got off and helped her up. That's when i got angry. How dare he put his hands on MY woman?

"That's my wife!" i screamed at him. When I walked over, i clocked him in the jaw for touching her. She was mine. Mine only. Even if i hate her, she belongs to me and no one better look at her.

The man got up from the ground and looked at me, but when I growled at him he ran away. My wife swooned at how manly I was. She tried to wrap herself around my arm but I shrugged her off.

"Just because i protecteded you doesn't mean i care about you," i said, squeezing her hard so she knows I meaned it. "I did it because people are watching. As long as we have to keep up this stupid fake marriage, i can't have u making me look bad."

"But i am your wife" she tried to say before i slammed her against the bus.

"Shut up. Don't say that word to me! You'll never be my wife! I hate you and you're ugly!"

She started crying. Typical woman.

i left back to my friends. Some guy was giving them a hard time. He told jack he couldn't step inside the masjid with shoes on. Does God even care about shoes? We beat that guy up. then we beat the imam up just for looking at us. He tried to call the cops but i pulled out my gun and brass knuckles. I was going to show him why we're called the Fire Fists.

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No One's POV

After a while, they left the Masjid and flew to New York in his private jet. He rode first class while she was forced to ride the whole way on the toilet. When they landed, he told her smelled and needed to shower before they met his dad. He always needed to impress his dad. But nothing was ever good enough.

They pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and he yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" He looked at his kingdom, he was finally there, to sit on his throne as the prince of unfair.

It was a mansion. But not regular mansion. It was so big that they needed another car to drive around. when they got to the front door, the servant let them in and he met his father. They talked about business and the company for hours. Then the father called servant in to be a footstool, so he called her to be his stool too.

The fact that he chose her over some stupid object or a servant made her feel special. It was the first physical contact they made that didn't involve a beat down. She was happy. Then when his dad told him hes ruining the business he got mad. His dad wanted him to be a success.

"Even if ur a prodigy who became ceo at 16, don't think you're so good at everything! You don't have any kids. It's time for you to have kids."

"Dad, i had almost had two illegitimate kids with the floozy you didn't let me merry, but i made her get an abortion. It's my life and i can live how i want."

"NO SON OF MINE WILL LIVE IN A STORY WITHOUT TWINS! i made u, i made everything you are, you owe me. That's why u married this wife. That's why ur a ceo. and that's why you WILL GIVE ME GRANDCHILDREN! if you don't have a kid in two weeks, i'll take the company away and give it to someone else!"

"I WAS FROZEN TODAY!"

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O_o???

No one knew the quote. but it ended the argument.

We left after that.

When we were gone, I thought we were going home. First though, we stopped by a car lot. He told me he was tired of me embarrassing him. So he was going to buy me a car. I was so happy I my eyes welled up with tears. That, and the bruises from another beat down made it hard for me to see, so i couldn't pick which car i wanted. He got inpatient, so he just handed the owner a suitcase full of money and bought every car there.

it was the best Eid gift anyone had ever gaven me. i loved him so much. He was flawed, but deep inside i knew he cared. his possessiveness told me so. And when he controlled me i knew he did it to protect me. his jealousy was endearing. And when he smirked, my hart went wild.

That's why i wanted to make him smile. So i opened one of the car doors and looked, then made a joke. "we can fit a nice carseat back here for the baby, don't you thi-"

"WHAT BABY?" he yelled, twisting my arm behind my back. when i started crying he let me go, but not before giving me a wet-willy.

As i stood before him, wiping my tears, i reminded him that his father wanted us to have kids. "I am your wife after all."

"What did i tell you about that word?" he screamed as he grabbed my jaw, he squeezed my cheeks till I was making a fishy face and he yelled at me sum more. "you will never be my wife. i will never love you. and i will never have kids with you!"

hot tears ran down my cheeks, and just when i was about to reply to him, i felt his ashy, cigarette lips crash down on mine.

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HIS POV

i kissed her. not because i liked her anything. it just happened. i don't know why. Did she mean anything to me? pfft.

When i pulled back, i flashed my trademark smirk and she was putty in my arms. i carried her inside the house and left her there. I had things to do. Eid wasn't over yet.

The Fire Fists were having a gang meeting and i had to oversee it. Magilla Gorilla, aka Muscles McMustache was my second in command, and i could've put him in charge, but he was too busy taking steroids to make it.

I went to that meeting, then to my work meeting. I rode my motorcycle dramatically around town. Then i had a date. I picked up Charlotte and we went to an italian restaurant. She told me i was handsome. I complimented the long blonde hair she had,and she thanked me for the $10,000 red dress and diamond necklace id bought her. they were birthday gifts.

As we ate spaghetti and talked, i got a call from my henchman, Benjamin.

"It's done." he said.

"Good. Dispose of the evidence." i ordered.

"baby what's going on?" she asked.

"nothing baby. just business."

"Okay."

"oh, and tell that punk Sami if i see him again he's going to learn why i got the title Phoenix Fist."

"Okay boss," Benjamin chuckled. I chuckled back. Charlotte and the waitress both swooned.

i payed the bill and we left. As i drove Charlotte around in my new Ferrari, i had a weird feeling inside my chest. we passed by my house, and i saw my wife on the couch, alone. she had nothing to do, even on Eid. I felt bad...

So i went inside and gave that lazy heifer something to do.

"CLEAN THIS FREAKN HOUSE AND MAKE ME A SANDWICH!"

That felt better.

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Her POV

He showed up with some woman on his arms, and when i looked at her, he laughed at me for getting jealous. Then he sent her back to the car and yelled at me to clean the house and make him food. I could smell the garlicy scent of spaghetti in his breath and see the red stains from the sauce, so i knew he just finished eating. How could anyone be so greedy? Then again, maybe the stains were lipstick marks. How could i dare think negatively of him? He's not greedy. He's selfless and my poor starving husband. He was starved of attention all his life and that's why he's got aa rough outside, but i know inside that's not the real him. i just have to be patient and caring and he'll be a good Muslim husband. i know it.

WHOMP!

suddenly i felt his heavy fist clobbering me. He yelled at me and called me names like stupid, stinky, and ugly. He pinched my arm and gave me a twist-burn. He stomped my foot. Then pulled my ear and asked why i didn't listen. He asked why i made him hurt me. It was my fault.

Then, as i looked into his enchanting green eyes, the steely look he gave struck me. I don't know if it was the smoldering handsomeness, or the smooth voice, but suddenly i realized, he already DID love me. It was so romantic. He loved me to the point of frustration.

For the second time, he leaned in to kiss me, but this time i stopped him.

"Promise me you can change." i said firmly. "I'm your wi- wife. Promise me."

He growled and raised his fist. I flinched. Then he burst out in laughter. it was such a heartwarming sound. I would take a thousand punches and 50 fake ones just to hear that sound of joy from him again.

He laughed. then put his hand down.

"You think you can change me?" he said. "Fine. we'll see about that. You have one month to make me better. if you win, i'll change and we'll go on vacation together. But if i win... i kill your mother. Then you'll see what it's like to be in my shoes."

"N-no, you can't kill my mom!"

"If you don't agree to this bet then i'll kill her even more!"

"Okay fine!"

"It's a deal then," he whispered with a smirk, leaning his face inches from me. the stench of smoke, garlic, and just plain halitosis crept into my nostrils and burned the hair inside. i wanted to cry. but I had to be strong. i was gonna change him like all the pious protagonists do for their unreasonably cruel and outlandishly rich badboy ceo husbosses. I had to. Otherwise the story would never end.

He laughed and right when i thought he would kiss me again, he pinched my lips like a duck.

"Prepare to have your life changed. you think you can fix me but MEN LIKE ME DON'T CHANGE."

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A/N

Hey, Salaam everybody! Sorry for the late update. Had exams. Anyways, what did u think? You like? Will she change him? Will he kill her mom? Who is Charlotte? Will they ever have babies? Keep reading to find out!

Oh, and Eid Mubarak! Don't forget to vote, comment, and share! Thank you!!

Also, i can't believe i have to say this, but this (including the note) is satire. If you don't know what that is, please delete your account and go study some literature.