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"Do not forget. You are my wife." He panted roughly and kept his head in the crook of my neck. "I am your husband. Only yours" he took my hand and put it on his beating heart. This is only your heart reyyan. It is entrusted to you. It belongs to you" I felt his breath hit my neck as he spoke. "If you don't want me anymore, I will leave, but it will not be an easy departure" he said, lifting his head from the crook of my neck.
I turned around to leave. "I am truly crazy about this girl, god give me mercy" I heard him mutter. I smiled and just before I could take another step, a pull in my heart ached me. He was walking away from me, but now it was time for the opposite.
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