BROKEN HEARTS

BROKEN HEARTS

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"Fauzi" I yelled running in all the possible directions. I ran splitting the wind. My phone rang and it was Rehaan. "You found her? " I asked agitatedly. "No, Ayaan, I think...." "No, don't utter a word. Nothing would have happened to her.I know she will be safe. " I replied angrily. I was seething in anger. On me. My emotions were turmoil. I ran into the wind, even faster while darkness drowned me. Wait. I see something rather say someone on the bench. I could just figure out someone was sitting on the bench in the dark, from behind. "Rehaan, I see someone. I will ask them." "Excuse me, hello, you hear me?" I yelled. No reply. Strange. "Hello?" Again no replay. I neared. Creek. I stepped on something. I lowered the flashlight. I was shocked was an understatement. A bracelet. Blood coated. Wait. Oh no. Fauzi's bracelet. "Rehaan, I think, I found her" I neared dubiously. "Fauzi" I called softly. No replay. With shaky hands, I touch her and her head fell on my hand. "Fauzi" Allah, what am I seeing. Blood everywhere on her face. Her hands tied. Her dress torn, revealing too much of her skin. Her hijab was taken off. Hair disheveled. I quickly removed my jacket, and put it on her. "Fauzi" I shook her. I touch the back of her head. Allah, my hands had blood. I saw wounds on the back of her head. Glass piece was pierced in the side of her waist. I shook her violently. No response. I could not feel her breathing. My face was drenched with burning tears. Was she.... No.... This is my first story guys...please check it out.
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----- (Arsalan's POV) She lifted her purse and raised it to strike me once with more, the anger returning to her eyes but only half-heartedly. As it came down, I grabbed it this time, stopping it from landing another blow to my shoulder. I looked deep into her eyes. "Hiba... look at me." And she did. The moment we were caught in caused my heartbeat to raise all of a sudden, drowning out all the noise. It was just me, my heartbeat and Hiba. "A-Arsalan... I-"... ~~~ Imagine you have a dream of a family, with children that fill your hearts with joy, a beautiful loving wife who you will always find peace with, and your dream job. It's so perfect, right? Now imagine this dream takes a turn. She's gone. The woman who was once your whole life, the woman you thought you'd always love, gone forever. What happens then? Do you get married again? What happens to the children? In fact, could you ever love again? And sisters, imagine a similar dream. A handsome, loving husband, a dream job. When the first part of that dream shatters, what happens? What do you do after your husband betrays you? How do you move on? How can you trust any man again? Is there any way to get your life back? This tale is about a man and woman who have almost lost hope for their dream, but both are praying every day and night for Allah to help them. A man; a woman; a dark past interfering; a family trying their best to support them; What could go wrong?

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