My Heart is All Yours

My Heart is All Yours

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Finding the people whom she loved the most accusing her for the good she did and falling to the victim of false she didn't do,Aastha aka Aysha a converting muslimah watched the closest of the people by bond hating her,even after played by the people and her fate,on the brink of demolishing every set of hopes,she believed the journey she chose,she embarked. Did anyone come rescue her?Did all the people she put trust on to had turned their back on her? Would she be alone facing her battles? She didn't know.All she did know was that someone was willing to help her.The someone who had the charm of making people fall under his lame jokes and flirtatious comments.Could he rebuild the life of girl who thought her journey was over,shattered and destroyed.
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{ 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*

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