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"He said it's over!!", my dad's heavy voice filled my ears. I was shocked to say the least, " but he didn't tell me anything..!".
"Sorry love." I hang up at that, I didn't need sympathy and worst of all I was clueless.
'What have I done wrong?what did I do to deserve this??' I kept talking to me all day, working my mind for a reason this happened.
Nadia is the girl being blamed for a failed marriage even though she was all a man wants in a wife. Her life took a turn from there going downhill.
......Until all changes with meeting a certain police officer named Zayn.
Will she stay strong admist all her struggles?
Don't miss out on Nadia and Zayn's story.
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