Mehram

Mehram

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"I am sorry, please forgive me". He said to me lowering his gaze. " You destroy my life, sir. your sorry can't fix anything. I hate you." I said angrily grapping him by his collar. Two souls lived under the same roof ---- one drowning in guilt, the other breathing hatred with every breath.

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