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"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS! why did you do it!you have no right to break people and easily get away with it,you know how much i love those kids.You known that they are my life and soul without them am nothing and yet you did this to me. I trusted you and left them in your care and this is the payment that i got for trusting you,"Azeeza screamed as her voice echoed through the halls of the hospitals as she drew the attention of the patients and the workers.
"You will pay for this Suleiman,the pain you made me go through shall come back to you and you will taste the feeling of loosing a loved one.Remember my words"
Suleiman knew that Azeeza was deeply hurt and he could feel each word of hers pierce his soul,his heart stopped beating when he saw Azeeza fidgeting with her ring as she finally managed to pull it off and throw it to his face directly as she turned to Naeem and followed him out of the hospital and just like that Azeeza was gone forever.All Rights Reserved

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