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Tarik ulur, semua tentang keduanya tidak pernah ada unsur kejelasan. Nyaris abu-abu. Sudah menjadi rahasia umum bahwa mereka tidak ada hubungan apa-apa, namun sama-sama berlagak ada sesuatu. Berhasil menggiring opini banyak orang yang sayangnya bertolak dari kenyataan.
Ini tentang Galvi dan Dara, antara keduanya yang entah apa namanya. Mereka buat ini berlebihan. Bukan hanya Dara yang menjadi orang lain untuk mendapatkan hati Galvi, tapi juga tentang Galvi bersama banyak aksinya, yang nyaris membuat Dara gila.
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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕤 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 |ℕ𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕪𝕒𝕞|
"𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥." ... "𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" .. "𝘕𝘰...𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮." ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼᵐᵃᵗⁱᵏᵃʸᵃ ᶜˡᵃⁿ, ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᴺᵃ'ᵛⁱ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ˡᵃʸ ʰⁱᵈᵈᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵍʳᵒʷᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵃˢˢ. ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵒʷ ˢʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴮᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱᵉᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴷᵃˡᵃⁿⁱ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ. ᴬᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵇʳᵉʷⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ...ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵇᵒʳⁿ. ᴵ ᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᴷᵃˡᵃⁿⁱ, ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱⁿᵉˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ˡⁱⁿᵉˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷᵃˡᵃⁿⁱ'ˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳⁱᵖᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉʳ, ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴰⁱʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ! A Neteyam x readerComplete
insaf ya saza
Don't read it please feel itComplete
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
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