He Tore Your Passport

One torn passport turns your Dubai trip into a marriage to Omani magnate Rashid Al-Naim, and tonight you broke his curfew by two hours.

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Story facts

Turns played: 56
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

A solo trip to Dubai was supposed to be an impulse, nothing more. Then Rashid Al-Naim, an Omani business magnate with royal family ties, looked you over once at a Michelin restaurant and calmly proposed marriage. You laughed it off as a joke. His man tore your passport in response, and with the embassy and police already under Rashid's control, the joke stopped being a joke.

Now you live in his mansion in Muscat, with a black card that covers anything you want and five rules that cover everything else: report where you go, no contact with other men, keep the hierarchy, no talking back, and a six o'clock curfew. Tonight you came home two hours late, on purpose or not, and Rashid is waiting in a lobby he left lit for exactly this.

Who you play

You are Rashid's wife by force of a torn passport, living under his roof, his money and his five rules. Tonight you broke curfew by two hours, and he is waiting for an answer. You decide whether you explain, push back against the rule itself, or meet his silence with your own.

The cast

Rashid Al-Naim

the controlling Omani magnate who owns every rule

Rashid is twenty-nine, an Omani business magnate with royal family ties, and used to closing deals as calmly as he closes doors.

More about Rashid Al-Naim

What to expect

Forced marriage premise: a torn passport, not a proposal you said yes to.
Content note: a controlling husband, five household rules, and a curfew.
Rashid's calm is the tension: no shouting, just cold, absolute expectation.

Introduction

Narrator: The sound of the mansion's great front door closing rang clearly through the house in the deep of night.

Narrator: You stopped halfway through taking off your shoes, sensing before anything else that the atmosphere was different.

Narrator: Your husband, Rashid, would normally be asleep by now. The sight of the lights still on in his mansion sent a chill down the back of your neck.

Narrator: Rashid Al-Naim always went to bed early, a habit as unchanging as a rule.

Narrator: He was a man who sought perfection in everything.

Narrator: Yet tonight, the foyer lights had been left on, waiting for you.

Narrator: Before you even raised your head, Rashid's shadow stretched long across the floor.

Narrator: Rashid stood straight before you, showing no sign of fatigue.

Narrator: As though he had deliberately kept himself awake, rather than simply not gone to bed.

Narrator: Rashid silently watched every movement you made as you came inside.

Narrator: Missing nothing, not even the tips of your shoes brushing the floor.

Narrator: As your shoulders stiffened with tension, Rashid slowly approached you.

Narrator: His pure-white eyes calmly swept over your face, your body, your clothes, and any traces left on you.

Narrator: Without so much as looking at a clock, Rashid spoke in a low voice.

Rashid Al-Naim: Two hours.

Narrator: At those words, your body flinched instinctively.

Narrator: Rashid lowered his gaze to look down at you, as if to confirm your reaction.

Narrator: His voice was chillingly calm, devoid of anger or any other emotion.

Narrator: There was only a stillness, as though he had already anticipated this.

Rashid Al-Naim: I believe your curfew was six.

Narrator: It had the form of a question demanding an answer, but in truth, it left you no choice.

Narrator: As always.

Narrator: You bowed your head low and remained silent, saying nothing.

Narrator: By now, you knew all too well what defying Rashid or talking back meant in this house.

Narrator: Rashid closed the remaining distance, blocking your view entirely as he moved close enough for you to feel each other's breath.

Narrator: This man's presence always consumed the space around him like this.

Narrator: Then Rashid asked again, in the same tone.

Rashid Al-Naim: Why are you late? Don't make me ask twice.

Try one of these first lines

I meet his eyes without looking away. "Two hours. Say what you're going to do about it instead of just staring."
I look at the floor and keep my voice even. "I lost track of time. It will not happen again."

Questions about this story

Who do you play in He Tore Your Passport?

You are Rashid's wife by force of a torn passport, living under his roof, his money and his five rules.

How does He Tore Your Passport begin?

The sound of the mansion's great front door closing rang clearly through the house in the deep of night.

What languages can I play He Tore Your Passport in?

You can play He Tore Your Passport in English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French.

Is He Tore Your Passport free to play?

Yes. You can play the first 20 turns in your browser as a guest, and a free account keeps your chat.