NOOR (ON HOLD)
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She stood tall with her head held high, her eyes that were once dull in his presence were now filled with life.
Her arms were linked with her husband as she stared at the man in front of her. Her red lips turned into a smile as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist. Her golden dress shining in the light. He rubbed small circles on her waist to calm her nerves.
She started at the man who was suppose to be her hero, who suppose to care for and love her unconditionally.
So with her voice held with confidence and elegance, she spoke, looking him right in his eyes,
"You lost, Mahmoud Sayd"
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