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HIS LAYLA ( #COMPLETED)

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Time 2h 48m

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"NO!!!!" my mom screams out so loud and fainted right at the spot.
I stood still, unable to move, i feel i am suffocating, am i also dying, NO this cant be happening , my dad was in tears as he stood up from his seat accompanied by the two police men. he was given few minutes to talk to his family being my mom and i, my dad is an orphan and only child, so he had no parents or close relatives around. Meanwhile my mom was rushed to a nearby hospital by an ambulance.
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layla and her mom has been through a lot right from her childhood...losing her dad at early age n things became worse for them but they never loosed their Faith in the Almighty Allah ...meeting her soul mate along the line was a little spice up but life still had some mysteries under it sleeves for she, her mom n her soul mate.....All Rights Reserved

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