Labarin Soyayya, Sadaukarwa, Yaudara, Tuggu da Makirci.

Labarin ibtila'in da yai ta afkawa Fareeda matar Mukhtar a dalilin satar fita

love betrayal a short story of lady that struggle with a side chick

Labari ne akan ƙawaye biyu masu halayya ɗaya! Labarin sadaukarwa a inda bata kamata ba! Ƙauna marar algus! Yarda marar iyaka! Aminci marar gudana! Tafiyar hawainiya da rikiɗewarta! Idan kun fara zaku so jin tafiyarsa. "Ita kaɗai ce ƙawar da na taso na buɗi ido da ita! A yanzu ba kallon ƙawa nake mata ba face 'yar uwar da muka futo ciki ɗaya! Tabbas Nabeela ƘAWATA CE! Bana buƙatar rakiyar kalmarka da kuma musauya min tunani akan sanin ko wacece ita? Domin na daɗe da sani ko wacece ƘAWATA!" "Mutane suna da ɗabi'ar manta alkhairi da kuma gudun Famfalaƙi a lokacin da suka samu dama. Sai dai ni ba zanyi gudu saboda nasarar da ta kusanto gare ni ba, sai dan ƙawar da ta bani komi nata dan na zama komi!" Idan kun fara zaku fahimci hakan.

Rayuwa gaba daya ta canzawa Rabi a dalilin kishiya, duk wata dama da ta zata kauna ce ta sa ya hanata yanzu ya bawa amaryarsa wannan damar; harma ya na kafa mata hujja. Bata taba zaton zai yi mata haka ba ko mata nawa zai aura.

TSUMAGIYAR KAN HANYACE,KAMA DAGA MATAN AURE ZUWA 'YAMMATA

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*