ACCIDENT || حادثہ
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کیوں وہ راتوں کو ڈر جاتی تھی؟
کیوں اس کی زِندگی میں وہ خادثہ ہے؟
(There may be some grammatical mistakes or some spellings mistakes, sorry for that in advance)
Aina a girl who's life contained alot of accidents. She was a week girl who was trying hard to become strong.
Aryaan a young man who's life surrounded around his family and buissness but was fallen in love with that weak girl.
He was always there for her. He was her protector. He was everything a girl could ever wish for.
PS ITS THE VERY FIRST NOVEL I'VE EVER WROTE SO DON'T JUDGE
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