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Do you believe in love? Because me I didn't belevie in that. My parents are examples that love doesn't really exist to them. They prove to me that love isn't real. Let me explain something because I am the results of broken family.That' why so dont wonder why I hate the thing they called love. Im not so bias of love. Sometimes Im hopping that one day I can feel loved or beloved of someone.

But one day we decided to pick my cousin and his fiance at the  airport. By the way they both  came from Dubai. While waiting for them. I saw a guy standing far away from me. I think he's waiting for someone. I dont know who is he waiting for. I noticed something.He's with family. I thought he's waiting for arrival of her mom or dad. My thoughts was wrong. When I realized were waiting for the same person. He's waiting for his auntie and his auntie was my cousin's fiance. I can't imnagine it. I was shocked of what I saw. What a small world. But I hope I will meet him again.All Rights Reserved

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{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. Takes a deep breath