Hidup ibarat dalam kegelapan, tiada sinar kebahagian bagi dirinya. Ia itulah Mirza Zara Rashika gadis kacukan Korea-Bugis berusia 25 tahun. 7 tahun hidup dalam derita cinta.
Pertama kali menjejakkan kakinya semula ke bumi Malaysia membuatkan dirinya berada tenang. Bertemu semula dengan lelaki yang menghancurkan rasa cintanya buatkan dirinya semakin di ambang kesedihan.
" Aku minta maaf untuk 7 tahun lepas. " Syed Arshad Imran.
" Saya dah lupakan. Lebih baik awak jauh dari hidup saya. " - Mirza Zara Rashika.
Pertembungan yang tidak dijangkakan. Pertembungan yang sangat melukakan dirinya. Lagi, lagi dan lagi sakit bila mengetahui jejaka itu sudah berkahwin.
" Ieka patut sedar yang Ieka hanya cinta sementara untuk Abang Ar. Dari dulu Ieka tak patut hadirkan rasa cinta itu. " - Mirza Zara Rashika.
" Aku minta maaf Ieka, aku tak patut bagi kau harapan. " Syed Arshad Imran.
" Kau sanggup ke tengok masjid yang kami bina runtuh Ieka?? " Nurul Syafinaz.
Sekali lagi dirinya berada di ambang kekecewaan. Betul kata orang di sekelilingnya, cinta yang dia ada ialah sebuah cinta yang sementara. Cinta yang tidak berguna.
Ever wonder how your supposed best day of life will turn into a lifelong nightmare. Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE" and "same loved ones". Marriage is intended to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny which ended their dream of everlasting love.
For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?.
For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"?
Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other?
"Please......." the only word that she could manage to say while trying to get out of his grip and sobbing.
"Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands.
"Don't be afraid honey! I realized my mistake of not accepting you as my wife and to mark the start of our marriage how about I gift you something, " He whispered while leaning close to her ear emphasizing on the word 'gift'.
Sensing her fright, he placed his hand on her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?". He spoke with an evil smirk.
" I know it is your first time and I promise to be gentle with you, My Wife"
Note: This is the first draft of the story and since then had not been edited as I'm busy writing my other stories on "Booknet." If you find typos or grammatical mistake or narration is not perfect, kindly ignore since your feedback about it would be of no use as you are reading an unedited story. I would edit it once the sequel to Kabir Hashmi is finished. And yes please be considerate when you comment. First, it's a fictional story and second, it's someone's hardwork.
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