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The Bed of Roses

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'Imagine But With Care, For All Your Visions Are A Form Of Prayer~Suhaib Rumi'

'I love you' his voice boomed through the empty vestibule, echoing in ever corner; possesing a power greater than the storms of the seven seas
'I.. I love you too' muskaan whispered at the man infront of her. His chestnut chair blew with the wind like the rustling leaves in autumn ;his emerald orbs flickered with an accentric spark in them at her confession
 In that blissful moment, she wanted to hug the life out of Asghar, standing tall infront of her. As if carrying all the burdens of the world
Closing her eyes she cherised this very moment; wanting it to last forever.
Feeling a sudden empitness surround her, she opened them to see the handsome man before her dissapear
Almost as if he vanished into thin air
Almost as if he didn't exist...

She became so obsessed with her imagination, she thought it was reality


         ...This is the story of Muskaan Umar...

                                      P.g-16All Rights Reserved

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