The Last Wish

The Last Wish

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 162
  • WpVote
    Votos 12
  • WpPart
    Partes 4
WpMetadataReadContinúa24m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, mar 4, 2025
"This was supposed to be the story of Layla and Hamza's. When did I, Sister of Layla came in to the picture? Was this meant to be? Should I forgive him? What will she do if she was in my place? Am i taking her place in their lives?" Dive into this beautiful story of two loving sisters and a price charming. This is a story of love, loss, and the healing power of forgiveness. The past never truly fades, and the future is uncertain-until they find a way to let go of old wounds and move forward, together. (WARNING- Not the typical triangle love story)
Todos los derechos reservados
#443
muslimlovestory
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Bowled Over By The Broken
  • Fix me (COMPLETED) #Wattys2016
  • Healing
  • Beloved
  • It All Started With A Dare
  • In Love with the Bully
  • His Perfect Revenge.
  • In A Quest For Love
  • Broken To Become Stronger
  • It's Always Been You.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido