The quest for love
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Last published Fri, Feb 21, 2014
Its a story of a girl who wonders what love is.. but then, slowly, unknowingly, hopelessly and unconditionally falls in love with an arrogant man who himself has an embrangled life. A series of events occur in her life that make her feel the meaning and essence of true love and she finally knows what 'sacrifice' is.
Zahra moves to Pakistan because of her parents' business. She meets a guy over there that unravels those mysteries in her mind that she, herself didn't know she had.
p.s. This is my first story. I'd keep uploading more :-) enjoy. cheers.
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