Dear Shumail..
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"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart.
"Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated.
She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely.
He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly.
"Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling.
"Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back.
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The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work.
His life was pretty normal until she entered his life.
He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply.
Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together.
But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else??
Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.
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