His Accidental Bride

His Accidental Bride

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Last published Wed, Aug 9, 2023

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Wise people say, "matar mutum kabarinsa" haka zalika "rabon wani kan kashe wani." Loosely translated to "You can only marry your wife" so also, "someone's death is another person's success." After the turn of events, her people did not think she could move on on her own. They decided that another shot at love is all she needs. When what she needs, she has gotten and that is her on site.

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