Speaking Without Words
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#178 In Spiritual. ( 2-3-17)
He slammed her against the wall. His face merely inches a part from hers. He lifted her chin with his fingers, so that she can look in his eyes. The anger raising in his eyes. "DON'T, DON'T YOU DARE TO THINK THAT I AM GONNA MARRY YOU MUSKAAN SHEIKH" he said coldly, tightening his grip on her elbow.
The tears welding in her eyes. "Do you really think that I am dying to marry you. Huh, IN YOUR DREAMS ZAYN ABDULLAH, IN YOUR DREAMS REMEMBER THAT" She yelled while taking off her elbow from his grip.
Salam guyz.. This is my first book and first of all I want to change the perception related to Muslim stories.. Many people think that Muslim stories are so cheesy, but In Sha Allah this book will definitely change your mind.. Don't judge the book by it's cover so don't judge it through it's beginning you don't know what will happen next and if you are going to judge my writing skills so judge it after 2 or 3 chaps.. :p So yeah, please do give it a try..
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