WATA MASARAUTA
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Mulki da Sarautar Bizar
Wa'innan abubuwa guda biyun sune duniyarshi, zai iya rasa komai da kowa ta dalilinsu, ciki kuwa Harda tilon d'ansa.
Musamman ma a Irin wannan lokacin da babban asirin sa ke gab da tonuwa. Asirin da ya shafe shekaru Yana Dakon su, asirin da yasa shi kashe mahaifiyar shi, k'anin shi shi da kuma matar mahaifin shi,asirin da zata iya tarwatsa shi a cikin sakanni, asirin da koh Matan shi bata san da zaman shi ba, asirin da yake ganin ya rufe ruf kenan Har abada.
Sai Gashi K'aramin alhaki Kaman Ateed Zarrah Yana qoqarin tonowa.
A irin wannan lokacin bashi da wani zab'i illa yayi kare jini biri jini da d'an qanin nasa kuma Sarkin na Bizar wato Ateed Zarrah.
Lokaci yayi da zaibi su Naqeeba da Sameed.
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Shoaib When I saw her in bridal attire, crying helplessly and miserable, I didn't think twice to play the hero in her life. But you know when things go wrong? Exactly when Abraham bhai decides to remarry us. I hate her to the core because her brother took a piece of my heart by manipulating her. Now, even I don't know what I will do with this unwanted girl waiting for me, all dolled up as my bride because I already tainted her innocence in most unforgivable way , zina i can named it. ( Zina= committing adultery without nikah) Taniya I was devastated after Navruz's death; my heart bled knowing he was just using me and would sell me to other men. So when Shoaib gave me his shoulder to cry on, I didn't think twice before leaning my head. Unknown to the fact that he is my biggest nightmare, all dressed like a daydream *** "Don't worry, I will abort this baby of yours," she said emotionlessly. "I also want her to abort this filth, but I don't know why my heart aches by hearing her words." "She is a woman, right? And a woman has the purest and softest heart. How could she be talking about aborting my child without any remorse and pain?" "My child," bitterness filled my tongue just with his mere thought. "Why would you abort my child?" I asked out of nowhere. Unwanted emotions are taking place in my heart. "Because your child will always remind me of your injustice to me," she said, trying to be strong. Bitter memories engulf my mind. "What if I didn't allow you to abort?" I asked, controlling my rage. "Then give me a divorce after I give birth to your child," she said confidently. Her confidence is making me furious. I fisted her hair in a tight grip, making her yelp in pain. Today she will witness the darkest side of me After all, I married her to take my revenge
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