Hidden Echoes
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I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discovered, a paradox of desire and denial.
Two tales binding six people, One wishing to keep it buried, the other yearning for it to be discovered
❥
Yusra: Don't hurt me in the way I cannot even recover.
Shazal: Do you not realize, there's no one but you for me?
Daniyal: She let the tears fall, but it weren't for me.
Zumar: You fall in love and then, fall out of it.
It's not that big of a deal.
Amaan: The knife that stabbed you twisted into me, why do you think I'm less hurt?
Rashed: We are perfect for each other. Two doomed souls, bound to be together.
>Slow burñ
>añgst
Sequel to the book 'Under That Niqab'.
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