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His Haram Touch

LECTURAS 2,263
Votos 55
Partes 33
Hora 2h 42m

LECTURAS 2,263
Votos 55
Partes 33
Hora 2h 42m

Contenido adulto

allah faith faith-in-god gay gaylove halal haram islam islamicfiction islamiclovestory islamicromance lgbt lgbtpride mentaldisorder mentalhealth muslim muslimlovestory muslimromance psychological sinner spiritual support

Asad Khan Gusto (The Gay Husband)

His father wants him to become a son 

His mother wants him to become a beast

The society wants him to become a man

His wife wants him to become a husband

But

He just wants to be a human


Aslia Gusto (The Sick Wife)

Her stepfather wants her to become a wife

Her mother wants her to survive 

The society wants her to be submissive

Her husband wants her to be dead

But she just wants

to live

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Aslia Gusto,she was given the title of a wife but never the role. Won the hearts of many but never her husband. But despite her husband's cold persona she still fell first but he did fall harder but in a complicated way. For the trial of their marriage was not you and me against the world but you and me against your rainbow world.

This story wasn't just about being confused with yourself,or being at home in the wrong womb. This was also a sentiment of a wife,terrified to lose her husband,not just from the call of death but also from the call of Haram.

If a marriage vow is sacred and made in front of God when it is a sin to fall in love?

If a man is not for a man,would the wife be powerful enough to free her husband from the Haram touch?

Love sees no gender,but the origin of romance is Adam and Eve.

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Heavy content

Violence

Vulgar words
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