Husband Material

Husband Material

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Don't lie, Ladies. We do it too. We build up this perfect man in our heads: taller than us, making more money than us, hopelessly in love with us, as handsome as could be, and Lord, don't you dare send him to me with baggage. I have enough baggage myself. I need him to help me sort that out. Prince Charming. That's what we want. This cockiness, this absolute lack of humility within us, is why I almost let what the Lord gifted me slip on by. All because I thought I knew better than God himself what was best for me. Lennox Gordon isn't perfect. He comes with baggage, kids even. Something I have never dated anyone long enough to consider seriously. How could he possibly be perfect for me? I want to dislike and keep him at a distance, but I find myself longing for his presence, dreaming of that crooked grin that rarely makes an appearance on his face, but when it does, it's like the Northern Lights, utterly captivating. As we spend more time together, I find the notion of another woman making him smile irking me. I'll admit the word love appears in my head more often than ever. But I'm afraid that feeling is one-sided because two years ago, after tragedy, he stopped loving You, Lord, so how could he possibly have any left to love me?
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----- (Arsalan's POV) She lifted her purse and raised it to strike me once with more, the anger returning to her eyes but only half-heartedly. As it came down, I grabbed it this time, stopping it from landing another blow to my shoulder. I looked deep into her eyes. "Hiba... look at me." And she did. The moment we were caught in caused my heartbeat to raise all of a sudden, drowning out all the noise. It was just me, my heartbeat and Hiba. "A-Arsalan... I-"... ~~~ Imagine you have a dream of a family, with children that fill your hearts with joy, a beautiful loving wife who you will always find peace with, and your dream job. It's so perfect, right? Now imagine this dream takes a turn. She's gone. The woman who was once your whole life, the woman you thought you'd always love, gone forever. What happens then? Do you get married again? What happens to the children? In fact, could you ever love again? And sisters, imagine a similar dream. A handsome, loving husband, a dream job. When the first part of that dream shatters, what happens? What do you do after your husband betrays you? How do you move on? How can you trust any man again? Is there any way to get your life back? This tale is about a man and woman who have almost lost hope for their dream, but both are praying every day and night for Allah to help them. A man; a woman; a dark past interfering; a family trying their best to support them; What could go wrong?

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