Speaking Without Words

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.. Please check out the intro next.. #295 in Spiritual. (15.09.2016) #536 in spiritual (27.08.2016)
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{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

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