I'm sorry for the delay in class, but I was very tired 🤒, and I couldn't write anything because the medicines I took were sleepy, so I was sleepy all day.
I hope you like the chapters and the story is 😎 .....
And we go to class....
Who is as excited as I am for the class?
"Of course no one is excited, yiiiiiii"
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"I'm tired of everything, even my heartbeats tire me out."
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The screen started with Bashiniz and Jiren
Jiren was looking at the paper that Şeniz had thrown at her, unable to believe what she was seeing. They were pictures of her with an old man. They were inappropriate pictures. She trembled violently while looking at those pictures. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. Her eyes were filled with accumulated tears that threatened to collapse.
She raised her face and looked at Sheniz , "This isn't real?!" while wiping her tears with her trembling hand and shaking her head in denial.
Sheniz smiled at her as she leaned her body on the desk, "Who would believe it?"
She approached Jiren and whispered in her ear , "Imagine with me when your brother sees these pictures and the video I have and goes crazy, what will he do?" She continued while looking into Jiren's eyes , "Ummmm oh he will kill you, and he will go to prison while your mother will sit crying next to your grave, if you endure and don't die early, this is really unfortunate."
Jiren's trembling increased as she listened to Sheniz , "What do you want?"
"Yes, that's the right question, dear." She clapped her hands together as she smiled and pulled herself up and stood leaning on the desk.
She folded her hands on her chest. "It's easy. You'll marry Nadeem, give birth to the child in good health, and then get divorced. Agha and I will take the child to raise him because in the end he is Nadeem's son, whom we consider like our own child, Jinak."
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
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