Always. (Islamic Story)
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Laila Humaira who thinks she had all the love she was going for. Comes a dashing green-eyed guy who gives her hope on another direction of love.
"Be my wife", a voice spoke in front of me blocking enough the light.
He was a tall dark figure in the night, as he stood looking down at her.
Keeping my voice conversational, I asked him without looking up. "You're actually blocking the light sir",
"Hi, Laila",
Denying myself, the voice had always sounded familiar.
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