Tere Saath (One Shots)
aestheticsmuse
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  • Reads 23,956
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 3h 15m
aestheticsmuse
Ongoing, First published Oct 03, 2023
enemiestoloversmeerabmeerasimmurtasimpakistanidramaterebinwahajwahajaliyumhajyumnayumnazaidi
Taking this one as OS as I have so many ideas regarding the story

Let us dive in to see meerasim's love 🀍
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πŸ…ΆπŸ…»πŸ…ΈπŸ…ΌπŸ…ΏπŸ†‚πŸ…΄ πŸ…ΎπŸ…΅ πŸ†ƒπŸ…·πŸ…΄ πŸ†‚πŸ†ƒπŸ…ΎπŸ†πŸ†ˆ I gasped in horror, my eyes wide-not just because of his words but because he had a revolver in his left hand. His right hand gripped my arm so tightly that I could feel the pressure of his fingers through my sleeves. "π‘΄π’–π’“π’•π’‚π’”π’Šπ’Ž, π’šπ’π’–'𝒓𝒆 π’‰π’–π’“π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’†," I said, trying to free my arm from his iron grip. He finally let go of my arm, turning away in anger. Then, with a swift motion, he switched the revolver to his right hand, turned back to face me, and pointed it at his own chest. "𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅 π’Žπ’–π’‹π’‰π’† π’šπ’‚π’‰π’‚π’ 𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 π’‰π’‚π’Š-π’šπ’‚π’‰π’‚π’?" he said, his voice a mix of hurt and rage, as he pressed the gun to his chest. "π‘Όπ’”π’Œπ’‚ π’Œπ’šπ’‚?" I raised both hands to calm him down, my eyes fixed on the black gun. My legs were shaking with fear. But deep down, my subconscious told me he wouldn't hurt me. Still, a part of me feared he might harm himself. "π‘΄π’–π’“π’•π’‚π’”π’Šπ’Ž, 𝑰'π’Ž π’”π’π’“π’“π’š. 𝑰 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’... 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕..." I whispered, my voice breaking as he grabbed my chin. "'𝑰'π’Ž π’”π’π’“π’“π’š?' 𝑫𝒐 π’šπ’π’– π’‹π’–π’”π’•π’Šπ’‡π’š π’Šπ’• 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒂 'π’”π’π’“π’“π’š?' 𝒀𝒐𝒖 π’Œπ’π’†π’˜ π’‡π’“π’π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’†π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 π’π’π’π’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’šπ’π’–. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 10 π’šπ’†π’‚π’“π’”! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’π’π’˜ π’šπ’π’–'𝒓𝒆 π’”π’‚π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’šπ’π’– 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Žπ’†? 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’π’π’† 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆? 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 π’Šπ’”, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 π’ˆπ’Šπ’‡π’• π’šπ’π’–
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