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It's a halal love story between a man who lives in Italy and a woman who lives in Pakistan. They are arranged by their parents for marriage. See how thei...
رنجشہیسہی، دلہیدکھانےکےلئے آ آ پھرسےمجھےچھوڑکےجانےکےلئے آ - Ranzish hi sahi, dil hi dukhane ke liye aa Aa phir se mujhe chor ke jane ke liye aa - Even if it's just resentment, come to hurt my heart, Come back again, even if to leave me.
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Bologna, Italy:
I walked back into the room after saying those hurtful words to her. The clock read 3:35 AM, and the room was bathed in a dim, almost haunting light. I glanced at the bed-it was empty.
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~• Their room •~
'Where is she?' I wondered, furrowing my brows. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw her, curled up on the couch, fast asleep. Without thinking, I stepped toward her. I threw my overcoat onto the bed and loosened my tie as I approached.
Her face was drawn, lines of tension visible even in sleep. It seemed like she was in the middle of a nightmare. The room was mostly dark, save for the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows, casting a pale glow on her. I sat down beside her, my eyes lingering on her face. She was wearing a brown hijab, and the tiny pearl on her nose pin glimmered in the moonlight, accentuating her beauty. No matter how much I tried to distance myself, I couldn't deny how striking she was.
As I watched, she stirred, her face scrunching up slightly. Without thinking, my hand moved on its own, gently resting on her forehead. I caressed her softly, and slowly, her breathing steadied, her features relaxing into peace. I smiled without realizing it, watching her, unsure how long I stayed like that, lost in my thoughts.
'I don't want to hurt you, Ayesha... but I'm scared to accept you. I feel like I'm betraying Tara. Even if I accept this relationship, I don't think I'll ever be able to love you... I'm sorry.'
It was late, and exhaustion crept in. I freshened up and finally lay down on the bed. The alarm jolted me awake at 8:00 AM. Groggy, I immediately silenced it, mindful of Ayesha, who was still fast asleep on the couch. After a quick shower, I dressed for the day, wrapping my watch around my wrist with practiced ease.
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