What Are We: Bestfriends Or Lovers
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I entered the office and saw my dad "WOW what a surprise" I said it is very hard to see dad at this time of a day he is always busy but seeing him here makes me feel scared what have I done now
"I want to tell you something" he said in his most command voice "you are going to marry Abdullah daughter Fatima since u and her are Best friends it will be easy to turn it to lovers right" he said and I was shocked,hurt is an understatement for what I am feeling right now"but dad I have girlfriend and also its not fair on our side now how is fyna going to take the news and also..."I was interrupted
"Enough excuses girlfriend break up with her fairness who are you to tell me that and also fyna don't worry Abdullah will tell her not you okay so now just don't protest" he said
"But dad"
"No but I said YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY HER" he said sternly and he stood up and left
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"Fatima Darling,you know I love you and I will do anything for you I want you to take it as fate YOU ARE GOING TO MARRY ANNUR" my dad said I couldn't understand what he said I asked him to repeat it and he did I couldn't hold my tears "dad I have someone I love" I lied
"No you don't even if you havde it going to be Annur" he said"but dad"I said
"No buts, YOU ARE GOING TO MARRY HIM" he said and dismissed me
Foll ow me to learn the rest😜
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