Tashan Wala love
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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 .....
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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.
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