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CARAMILA
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    Time 3h 30m
Ongoing, First published Mar 28
2 new parts
لعشاق القصص المغربية هاذ لقصة خصيصا ليكم هيا بدايتي في عالم الواتباد وليس في عالم القصص بدارجة لكنني أعتبرها البداية 💕💕💕

كيقول لمثل :《زواج ليلة تدبيرو عام》

" غي هو  زواجها داز فحال حلمة لعصر لي قالتو في صغرها وتال

 كبرها تصدمت بغيرو نهار عرسها كانت دايرة فيها قافزة ومادارش

 بيها لكن غاش كتكون لقفوزية كثر من لازم لواحد كيجيبها في

 راسو..."


" فاش كتجمع تحراميات مع لفهامة زايدة كتعطيك وحدة زوجت

 راجلها لوحدة عدوووها تكون ضرة ولا تجي عليها ضرة ..." 


" عريس لغفلة لي جات بين إيديو مرحبا ماعندو سوق في الأولى ولا

 ثانية ولا حتى لي على برا طالع مستافد هابط مستافد غي هو ما

 دار لعقل تاهربت ليه وحدة ..." 




تصنيف القصة : دراما ، جريمة ، غموض 

اللغة :  العربية ☆اللهجة المغربية 🇲🇦☆

الكاتبة : حسناء بلعسري
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