Tashan Wala love

Tashan Wala love

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Laatst gepubliceerd woe, nov. 20, 2019

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Numair Aydin. Roufa Talheen. "Numairrrr, What the hell is wrong with you?", said she, wiping her face which was dripping wet. "Ohh baby!!! cool down!!! I cannot help because you were sleeping like log", said Numair smirking at her. "This is not good Numair Aydin!!! you will pay for it". "oh, please shut up! say thank you to me because I didn't use any other ways", said Numair smirking evilly, coming closer to her making kissy face. "What the hell!!! Numair Am telling you, stay away from me otherwise... otherwise I will kick you where the sun doesn't shine", said Roufa stepping away from him. "Accha!! try angry cat and ..... 1 2 3 splash!!! Yahya Talhan. Maliha Aydin. On the other side, there's another couple, who will go through with trials and turmoils, but with the help of each other. They will have to face Many tough circumstances before becoming one. Here's a moment of them! "Maliha! Please don't do this to us!", Yahya pleaded, trying to hold her arm. She looked deadpanned. "This is the only option Yahya. You already married me out of pity thinking that no one would marry me after that....", She gulped heavily, tears brimming in her eyes. "After that awful incident. So it's better if we part our ways", with that she ran away into the washroom, shattering Yahya's world into pieces. "I won't let you go. Do you hear me! I won't", He screamed falling on his knees. Assalamualaikum everyone!!! Am here with an Romantic story of two opposite worlds, who will have to fight their own trails with the help of each other's love. Enjoy your soul through my imagination with spicy Raw Mango and Tamarind.

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╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

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