Blue Roses.
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18/09/16. Alhamdulillah
"Please don't." I said taking few steps back and he clenched his jaw.
"Why not?" He was literally confused as he took a step closer. I gulped.
"Cause you are. Na mehram." I whispered and his frown deepened.
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She was just another girl who met Him under the strangest circumstances. But once he rest his eyes on her, it was like impossible to look away.
She intrigued him.
He scared her.
But you know, there are no coincidences, Its all perfect plan of ALLAH Subhan O Tallah.
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"Hoping for him is like hoping for natural blue roses." I looked up from my hands and frown at Mrs. Khalid.
"Uh.. you mean they are rare to find?" I asked confused and she gave me a small smile, which quite dint reached her eyes.
"Blue roses don't exist." She informed and I blinked at her. Momentarily, Speechless.
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