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Another Chance✔ by talesofmaya
talesofmaya
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She was a miracle to him but her life was cursed. Cursed by a sacrifice she made to her own. He was full of mistakes but the kind of perfect she wanted. She was held by a promise which burned her happiness and withered all the joys of her life. He was always praying for her happiness with or without him. Will life give them a second chance together? Let us embark on this journey to discover the fate of Rima and Iqbal as they tread on the path of pain. COVER @TWINKLE_TEARDROPS NOTE:PLEASE VOTE FOR EVERY CHAPTER🙏
Determined | UNDER MAJOR EDITING. by chaptersbyayesha
chaptersbyayesha
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"Why do the girls behind niqab feel bold, less and unconfident? Are they wearing Niqab or some shame? Are they representing Islam or disobeying it? Islam dsnt tells u to go down! " Living Life As A Niqabi, The Only Dream She had, Was To Change People's Thought on Girls Behind Niqab. Working In A Travel Agency, She, within A Number Of Days Made Her Image as a Strong Charactered Girl. Her personality was Strong n No one Had The Power to Underestimate her. Confident, Polite, Determined were the noticed Qualities of Areeba. What Happens when A Girl whom Guys are scared of to flirt with, gets A Proposal? Will she accept or Will she deny? What will be her reactions? What will be the next step? Will she loose her faith or will she be determined still? What exactly That guy wants to do? Why would he propose a girl who wears a Niqab n is reserved? Read to Find out. All Rights Reserved.
His Broken Soul by hanlovestowrite26
hanlovestowrite26
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[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"