Halal Love💕
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- Votos 12
- Partes 4
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Última publicación vie, oct 23, 2020
"Ayeesh please come home" Ayyan begged taking hold of my hands
I can never go back to his house ever again!
"Enough,enough of everything and all your dramas,I said I am not going back!"
"Ayeesh please"
"Now will you stay out of my front or you need me to tell you that!"
"Ayeesh I can't go back home without you, mum will not be happy"
"I said I am not coming"
"For mum sake"
"Urgh.................when will you learn to leave me alone,I can manage without you in my life"
"Come back home I promise to be a good husband to you Ayeesh,I promise"
I couldn't stand it anymore I was trying to be firm and hold my tears,i didn't want to be the old naive Ayeesh of before anymore but all the memories are just gushing back like a pool of water trapped
"I promise to change" he said
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