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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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"She *was* your wife, but now she belongs to me. And I won't stand for a single insult against her-don't forget that." With a firm grip on Ruksana's hand, he walked away without waiting for a reply, her steps trailing helplessly behind him, as if swept away by the force of his will. ---------- He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he. His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable. -------- She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her back grazed the solid wall of his chest as he leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. A kiss, feather-light, brushed against her cheek. "Listen to me," his voice a low rumble against her ear, filled with love and unwavering confidence, "this might sound crazy, but you are mine. No matter how far you run, you will always belong to me."

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His second wife by KimTaehyungiee830

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