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His Wish

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LECTURAS 699
Votos 47
Partes 9
Hora 55m

LECTURAS 699
Votos 47
Partes 9
Hora 55m

beautiful_soul02

arab betrayal bond broken depressed divorce loneliness love muslim romantic sisters sweet twins

Sunshine........

Rain.......

Flowers......

Photos.....

Clothes......

Make up........

Marriage......

Hatred......

Loved.....

Betrayal.......

Regrets.......
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We went back to the house, I entered first and he entered after me. I was about to sit down when he roughly pulled me back up to face him. 

"WHAT THE HELL, WAS THAT?!!!" 

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said trying to release his grip on my arm but I failed.

"Don't you know that you are married." he screamed in my face. As his hands slide down to my waist and held pressed it in a way that is meant to afflict pain in my waist.

"Omar and I are nothing, he means nothing to me." I said trying to release myself from his grip, but he just tighten his hold on my waist, my breath was caught up in my chest.

 " Oh!Really, when he held your hand and you were busy smiling and blushing that really means he's nothing to you." he said sarcastically and tightening his hold on me. 

" TARIQ STOP JUST STOP." I said shoving him away with all my might as I had enough of his rubbish.

I walked away before I removed my heels and held it before heading upstairs.
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This story is about two different people with difference in viewing things.


When marriage happens between them will they be able to view things in just one view.... When they cross path with hatred, love, betrayal, separation and finally regrets......

Find out in HIS WISH....Todos los derechos reservados

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