Pieces Of Aamirah
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She was lost, but He found her.
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It wasn't the way she flinched whenever someone touched her hand, or how she bites her lip to stop her tears from falling but the way he could easily detect her broken pieces even from afar.
And that alone makes him determined to find her broken pieces.. Not to mention her enchanting beauty.
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