PIOUS MARRIAGE. [NEEDS MAJOR EDITING]

PIOUS MARRIAGE. [NEEDS MAJOR EDITING]

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Alman Arif was standing outside Emami Shopping Centre, Kolkata from the past 10 minutes waiting for a cab. It was not a very lucky day for him as it had only been 2 days since he arrived in India, being his first time and he had a truckload of work to finish. On top of that his driver, failed to arrive at the right time since he was stuck in a traffic jam somewhere. One thing he hated the most in his life was waiting. Minutes later a large group of girls scurried out of The Shri Shikshayatan College filling the pavement and causing more traffic jam on the road. Some were laughing while some had tears in their eyes as they held their question papers in their hands. As his eyes waited desperately for a cab to arrive, it caught sight of one of the most beautiful creation of Allah. She was surrounded by 4 girls discussing what seemed like the answers to the question paper. She had a heart shaped faced, the hair was successfully covered with a red satin scarf while she wore a black abaya. Her expressions were something to notice as it went grim, to sad and lastly giggling. He could hear the soft music her giggles produced from across the pavement. He couldn't help but get strongly inclined towards her. At that point he knew she is the one. He will make her his on any cost. After few minutes, he noticed her friends leaving and going in the opposite direction. She started folding her papers too, he immediately took his phone out of his trouser pockets and clicked a picture of her, immediately sending it to his secret agent saying.... " I want a background check on her as soon as possible." He promised to himself She will be mine soon..... #wattys2016
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{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

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