THE UNLOVED WIFE
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Yes, it was stupid of me to accept his hand in marriage.
And yes, he still loves her so so much and maybe he always will.
Will I ever be enough for him to love me back?
Can my heart ever make it out alive,
even if I am his UNLOVED WIFE?
*COMPLETED STORY. Alhamdulillah.
*Highest Rank: No. 9 for Spiritual Category
*Got nominated as Best Spiritual Story for The Fiction Awards 2016
*Currently nominated for Best Spiritual Story for The Literary Awards 2017. (You may nominate for this story too if you want this to win. In shaa Allah.)
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