Marriage and Betrayal
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My name is Zoha Siddiqui. I am 22 yrs old. I live in India. This is my story. Every girl dreams about her future husband , like how he looks how successful he is etcetera. I also had similar dreams. But I never dreamed about a prince charming because I am no princess. The day I turned 18 my parents started worrying about my marriage like every typical Muslim parents.
They received many proposals but you know being parents they wanted what was best for me. And one day they got it.
Yahya Sheikh was his name. My parents told me about him. And they approved of him. And so did I. He was perfect. Everything seemed too good to be true.
Until after my marriage. My world turned upside down.
Hey guysss!!!! This is my first book. I hope u guys like it. And I apologize for my grammatical mistakes in advance.
Cover made by my lovely @ts16_queen. Love u babe!
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