100 Hari Bersama Eliv
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Last published Mon, Feb 12, 2018
Bukan cerita yang biasa anda baca dalam Wattpad seperti menunggu konflik dan akhir. Ini tempat meluapkan kegelisahan dengan bercerita diri dalam bentuk seseorang bernama Eliv. Hari yang saya lewati akan langsung diluapkan setiap malam dalam cerita ini, dan apa yang saya ceritakan adalah benar dan nyata adanya.
100% cerita ini adalah nyata. Pemain juga nyata dan masih hidup sampai sekarang, nama disamarkan. Ini adalah sebuah buku diari seseorang yang dialami dalam 100 hari hidupnya.
Jika anda mencari buku yang menarik dengan prolog-konflik-ending. Ini bukan tempat yang tepat. Terimakasih.
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A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
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