Moonlit Diaries
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"Why do you even love me?" His voice trembles as he whispers, a tear cascadinng down his cheek.
Her delicate fingers rise up to wipe it off as she breathes, "Because I can't not love you, Az! I just don't know how to breathe without loving you!"
The silver glow of moonlight baths them in its embrace- two best friends who once laughed and fought under it are now crying as they confess their deepest desires.
The desire to be loved like it was breathing.
The desire to stay together forever.
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𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐌 𝐙𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐑 and 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐙𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐇 has known each other for as long as they can remember. Growing up together, there isn't a moment they have spent apart.
They're the chaotic duo everyone warns you about.
The inseparable troublemakers.
Best friends disguised as cousins.
But hearts have a wicked rhythm of their own. And there comes a point where the gazes are no longer silent. The touches linger, the hearts flutter.
The bond which was built on innocence, slowly develops into something sacred, more consuming and placid.
Love
And when Love reigns the heart, nothing can overpower it. When years of friendship, trust, loyalty and togetherness blooms into something more serene, will it be enough to put the forces of darkness away?
Will it be worth it?
Will Love ever be enough?
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❝The witness of my love?- It's the moonlight under which I filled my diaries with your name.❞
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Join this beautiful journey of Azim Zafir and Amal Zafirah to know how love blooms through chaos, mischief and family drama.
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