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Ummu Ammara loved with her whole chest - gently, quietly, fiercely.
And it cost her everything.
Raised by a single mother who poured her own broken heart into raising her daughter, Ammara grew up soft, loyal, and hopeful. When Atahir walked into her life with sweet words and borrowed tenderness, she believed him. She believed in the future he painted. She believed in love.
But love, when given to the wrong hands, can bruise deeper than any wound.
This story follows Ammara's slow unraveling - the late-night calls, the manipulation disguised as affection, the silent battles nobody saw, and the storm that swallowed her whole. It is a story about heartbreak, loneliness, and the cost of loving someone who was never yours to begin with.
And at the center of it all: a reminder that no pain is "just a breakup," and no heart is ever weak for feeling too deeply.
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