Gurbatacciyar zuciya me cike da zallar soyayya, soyayyar da bata da alkiba, bata da gaba balle baya, soyayyar da tunda aka fara ta babu farin ciki da jin dad'i har izuwa k'arshenta, duk da sun kasance ma'aurata amma rayuwa suke gudanarwa a juye ta baibai domin sun samu banbancin halaya da k'arancin fahimtar juna, tafiyar doguwa ce me nisa, nisan da k'arshenta zayyi wahalar hangowa, a haka suka cigaba da gudanar da wahalalliyar rayuwa, daga b'angare d'aya kuma k'addara ta bud'e musu saban shafin daya zama sanadiyyar wargaza komai nasu, akan ce k'addara mace ce mara tabbas da a koyaushe tana iya juyawa, sukan wad'annan ma'auratan tasu k'addarar ba me kyau bace ta kasance Bak'ar K'addara. BAK'AR SHUKAβ€οΈβπ₯π₯π₯
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Hauwa A Usman
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Magical... is your glance, fragrant is your body, whether you say yes.. or no you're mine, do not become someone else's, i will do anythings to stop that from happening, you're the embodiment of my dreams, unknowingly you are my destiny, your crazy lover, distance between us is lessening even further, from a distance we're growing close, i will snatch you away from this world, i will die in this love, if this is love then its has no limit, if you demand my life i will give it right now, if you say so i will destroy my self for this love, come i will end my breathes over you, i will be with you like being your shadow, i will do whatever you say even if i die, i will die in love, our love is limitless, A violent love story, Hustle in love is a big crime, trick love or I will die for your love.
"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care.
"You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right.
Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain.
Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more.
Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft!
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Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support!
It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)