TAMALLY MA'AK...EPI.5
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'Oh...she's so beautiful'...
Murtaza could feel himself drowning...
.... in the liquid brown depths of Iqra's amber eyes...
....joyfully acknowledging his compliment...
Faizal, tamping down vicious emotions
....erupting within him....
.... noted the esteemed lawyer's further
proprietary display ....
....it raising his escalating blood pressure...
... another few degrees...
Iqra, her amber eyes homing in on Faizal.....
...in conversation with the pretty brunette
next to him..
...instantly felt her heart take a tumble...
'Face it girl.....'
'...the guy's getting to you...'
..her conscience mocking her...
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