I'm unexpected
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"I will never love you, remember that"
He whispered coldly in my ear as he held me by the arm.
I breathed deeply and said,
"You've already killed me. Your heartless and a man like you can never love"
And without hesitation I snatched my arms from him and walked away.
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Why does it always rain the hardest, on the ones who deserve the sun?~Unknown
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I was forced to lose my virginity to my brothers best friend.
I didn't want to marry my former best friend but still did in order to save my reputation.
And after everything, I now know Allah has plans for everyone.
I'm Inara Ibtihaaj and this is my story.
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WARNING: Vulgar language used but I mean which book doesn't use it now a days?
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