Marriage by Deception
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Marriage Series:
Book 1
She sat on the edge of the bed alone in her room, the heavy red bridal dress weighing more than her shoulders. Her hands adorned with mehendi designs, trembled slightly anxious echoing in her heart She looked down at her mehendi stained hands again.The dark color glowed against her skin,people say the darker the stain, the deeper t..he love of the one you marry.
Suddenly she got a call from someone,she quickly received it and about to say something just then she heared a cold voice on the another side of the call.
"Hello" Someone said.
She held her breath her heart fluttered for a moment.
"Hello!?"Someone spoke again.
Airah somehow manages to speak in a low sweet voice
"Hello"
Someone did not speak for sometime nor she tried to there was a utter silence between them.
"Mai Haroon baat kar rha hoon"Someone finally spoke.
Someone?
Haroon.
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"Shut the F*ck up She was a shameless women who ran away with someone,we don't even know if you are Bade Papa child or not!!"
Airah slapped him hard on his face tears rolled from his cheeks,He looked at her with deadly eyes.
"How dare you say something like that!"She said to him with tearful eyes.
Suddenly he hit his both hands on the wall in anger,she flinched in fear tears kept streaming down from her cheeks, suddenly he pull her harshly by waist she got bumped by his hard rock chest and hissed in pain.
He harshly attached his lips to her and started kissing her roughly she cried in pain and tried to push him,but he tighten his grip on her waist and kissed her like an animal,It wasn't love the kiss was filled with hatred and despise.
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Haroon took slow steps towards her,it was not the first time he was going to look at her but whenever he look at her she get nervous.
He looked at her and everything thing stopped there for him....
HE LOOKED AT HER.
LOOKED AT HER..
LOOKED AT HER..
FORGOT TO BLINK....
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