Born to be yours (Book I)

Born to be yours (Book I)

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#4th in crying #6th in tears He removes my veil from my face. My heart was beating rapidly as it will came out from ribcage at any time. "Salam" he said. I look up and gasp. My eyes were widely open and mouth was hang open. He was standing front of me as my mehram. He touched my chin with the tips of his fingers to close my mouth and I came back to my senses. I close my eyes and a tear slip from my eyes and roll down on my cheeks, he immediately wipe it and I open my eyes and start blinking. I felt a shiver ran down my spine on his touch. "Nikkah Mubarak Mrs. Moon Rathore"he said and I blushed. A cute smile come to my face as I'm felling myself on cloud nine, thousands of butterflies were dancing in my stomach. What is this happening to me? Is this for real? I can't handle that much happiness Thank you ALLAH He caressed my cheek by his thumb and stare at me with a lot of love in his eyes I felt strange senstaion in me because of his touch what you are doing to me? He kissed my forehead and kept his lips their for few seconds and I closed my eyes to just feel this moment.
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[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

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