Her Destiny and His Obsession
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"It's hurting, Junaid Bhai! leave my hand." She said him looking into his eyes.
He held it more tightly and pulled her towards him with anger in his eyes. He asked: "Why were you talking to that guy?"
she said: "He was asking for some notes, so I was just helping him."
He said: "In your whole class, why did he ask it from you, ha? why you?l"
She pulled her hand out of his grip with all her strength she had. And she looked straight into his dark black eyes and said: "Whatever it is, but who are you to interfere in my life ha Junaid bhai?"
He smiled the same evil smile he had and took a few steps closer to her. on reflex, she took a few steps back, and seeing her moving away, he held her arm tightly, pulled her towards him, and said: "Stop calling me bhai, my love! I'm your husband, and I've all rights on you and never ever forget this again."
He left his arm, ordering her to sit in the car he walked towards the parked car. And she was still standing there in shock. How could she forget what storm just passed through her life.
He was meant to marry her sister, but now he is her husband. He was just a cousin to her, but now her husband. One decision that changed everything. It has changed many lives of Taha Manzil.
Taha Manzil can never be the same after that one Nikah! One obsession became her destiny. Because of that obsession, someone's heart was left broken, someone turned evil, someone got his love, someone's destiny was changed.
This story is a train of emotions. You are going to enjoy, laugh, cry, want to change it, suspense. It has everything so let's dive into the story of Mirha and Junaid "Her Destiny and His Obsession"
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