Butcher Or Lover

Butcher Or Lover

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ZAHIR ABRAR QURESHI. An aspiring businessman.He is 32 years old. The word rich would feel ashamed of it, if used to describe his status. The term extrovert was invented just for this man. His ancestors were famous butchers. He on the other hand had still kept his ancestors business at the corner of his eye. He now is a big shot but he still carries his ancestors blood. THE QURESHI'S. ZOYA OSMAN EBEID. Youngest daughter. Has just turned 23. A lively and humble girl. Crazy and talkative. Sunshine of her family. Has just finished her university. Want to be an aspiring doctor. Newly engaged to her elder brother's best buddy. Everything seemed amazingly perfect when one day she went to attend her cousin's wedding in "Khajjiar" Town in Himachal Pradesh. Little did she know that pranks are meant to be for fun, but with the right person. This story is going to be a triumph of rollercoasters with Romance, and Anger issues. So buck it up you are about to enter the world of mess.
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"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

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