10 Days after the accident

"Put your guns down," Diab orders as one of the men kept it high into the intruders level. "NOW" Diab shouted furiously.

The intruders face loomed. "Wahaj, Put the gun on the floor, this isn't a toy" Diab advised as he ducked.

"Skittles, drop it," Diab ordered gently.

Wahaj didn't budge as she seemed to hold the gun, and her hands and legs were all shaking furiously. This didn't register well with her as a look of utter confusion appeared in her face.

"No, it can't be," She began to mutter. "YOU DIED," She roared angrily as if she had this dream multiple times and she wanted it to go away.

"We have been through this already Skittles" He replied. "I had to disappear so the bad guy wouldn't hurt you,"

"D-don't you dare talk to me like I am five," She says struggling to get the words out as Diab began to walk into her direction and she held the gun to him. "Don't come, or I will shout" She warned.

"Behind you," I warned her as I found a man trying to disarm her from behind.

She quickly dodged him as I tried to move again ,but it only brought more pain as I walked. At the same time, they were distracted with Wahaj who didn't even reach for the safety in the gun, I ripped both my paper and Ahmad as quietly as possible in this time as I indicated for Ahmad to move toward Wahaj.

She managed to croak, "Why...?" She seemed to hate looking so weak.

"You need to go rest, whatever I say, you will forget in twenty minutes or so," Diab explained in a hurry as if he went through this at least five times before.

Hopefully, she won't forget in twenty minutes that she is saving our lives, But I couldn't take a chance as I sow Ahmad going toward Wahaj. I put pressure on my legs and walked through it into Ahmad side.

"Give Ahmad the gun," I advise Wahaj who still seemed shocked about her father. "No," She replied fast as she held the gun tighter and seemed to be not on any of the sides. She seemed to have a third side on her own.

"Tell your men to leave," She was talking to Diab, "As he was shockingly looking at Ahmad and I as we went toward her side on the room.

"TELL THEM," She angrily demanded as a man tried to grab her from behind after noticing the safety was on, but Ahmad quickly takes the gun from her and switch the safety.

"Don't, DON'T TOUCH HER," Diab angrily demanded.

"Leave, leave the room," Diab defeatedly replies as the men leave.

"You will let the professor and Mellisa's brother leave too," She pleaded her eyes appearing to hold tears in them as he nodded in agreement, "Whatever you want, just leave the gun," He says.

"Take a seat," She gestures for her father as she stood still before she addressed both of us, "you too."

I was struck by the young woman's confidence and beauty. She was small, and despite it, she was tough. I held her gaze for a few moments. My lips lifted to a small half-smile, as she moved her face away.

Diab picked up his chair and sat at the table, keeping his eyes locked with Wahaj's; the guns were all lowered and returned to their holsters.

"The watch," Ahmad said as Wahaj looked at him.

"Okay fine," He removed the watch immediately.

"What now?" Diab asked Wahaj as if he was amusing her. She on the other side, seemed to be mesmerized by her father existence that she didn't say a word.

"Why, why do you have all these guns and those scary buffy looking men," She began to reconcile as she tried to organize her thoughts and words.

"He is a Mob Boss, " Ahmad explains.

She tried to hide her damages as she sees him, "You are real," She urges him to answer as if she wanted to know if he was really here.

He nodded, "Yes I am," he says, "do you remember what I told you when you were five, how I formed a secret group and we all vowed to protect each other and our families – even if it meant stealing or hurting other people."

"Your daughter isn't five anymore Diab or should I say, Muhammad, She is studying to become a doctor, she knows right from wrong," I spoke as Wahaj seemed to be distanced from the conversation we were having as I tried to tell her what was going on and what happened and where we were.

She only spoke once after that saying, "Diab," she spoke bitterly as if Wahaj I knew shattered to someone she didn't know.

"You will be loyal to Yilmaz's family, and you will pledge loyalty to them," Wahaj demanded Diab, "Blood has been spilt in the recent conflict and as insurance that my father won't do anything." She voiced.

She smiled at the apparent confusion to be seen clearly on the faces of those around her.

"When I say that blood is the answer, I mean merely that by merging our bloodlines, there will be no risk of disloyalty in the future. What I mean, Professor Yilmaz, Ahmad, I will be willing to be the bride of one of the Yilmaz's family," Wahaj's says.

"Wahaj," He stood up enraged after Wahaj's proposal as we both puffed after hearing it.

"I will kill both of them, Wahaj" He threatened. "They don't deserve you, I will find a person that will but not one of them, skittles," Diab finishes in rage as he leaves the conference room.

"Wahaj, what are you saying," I ask, bewildered.

"I will get married to one of you because I want for my father to repay his debt to your family," She seemed to hide something that she wasn't willing to share.

"But what is it for you ?" I ask, still confused.

"My father appeared after fifteen years because I got in an accident with you, My father won't leave my side now that I am in the supposed danger he thinks I am in," She says admirably. "If the danger goes, he will disappear again."

"You know he killed Kerem, he will kill one of us too or both of us if you get married," Ahmad says.

"This is a risk, you be willing to take for your family," She gave us a possibility.

"I know I will forget, but I don't know when so you either decide now or," She rushed knowing well enough that her memory will fade when she doesn't organize her thoughts and memories.

"You will need to go to a hospital," I advises.

Diab quickly enters the room again to try to control his anger with his leave.

I merely nodded, unable to speak for a few more seconds. "I'll do it. I will marry her,"

Wahaj bit her bottom lip, trying to wrap her mind around this new information. She didn't seem to want to marry me, neither did I, But we both wanted something.

"What?" Diab groaned and let go of her as he tried to wrap his mind around this idea. He didn't get it why would his daughter want to marry a Yilmaz.

This took me twenty-eight years, but for once in my life, I didn't know the circumstances. I didn't know what will happen next, but I knew I wanted to make Diab pay for what he did to my family and what better way to do so than with his daughter as for Wahaj she seemed to want to believe she was still five and that her father will save her from the bad people.

If we go through this, If we get married, Diab and my father would finally stop fighting. He will return the fortune, and everyone will live happily ever after. I believed in fairytale just like Wahaj and not based on any circumstance after I said that I would marry her, I thought that everything will solve itself once we were married.

I didn't think with my mind but with my heart and so did Wahaj... That was why, we were doomed from the start.