Confusion
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- Chapitres 3
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Dernière publication jeu., sept. 29, 2016
'Khadija? What is she doing here? isn't it her engagement? Isn't she supposed to be on the stage? Silly girl!' I thought to myself. Just as I was about to head towards her someone called me and by the voice I could tell it was something important. Reluctantly, I turned around and headed towards the source of the voice, still confused.
'Ayaan? What is he doing here? I just saw him hurrying out of the function hall with red bloodshot eyes. It looked like he was crying. I didn't even get a chance to ask him what happened. But how did he return so fast, looking perfectly fine? Is he ok? Should I ask him what the matter is?' I thought and just when I was about to call him, someone called him and he turned around to go, leaving me with my confused thoughts.
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Healing between the lines .. <3
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"Why would you lie like that yarima...I can't do this,for how long would I continue to pretend that I am pregnant."I said trying to reason with yarima. "look,everyone is happy about this pregnancy,I can't ruin their happiness like this.They would be hurt to find out that they have been misunderstanding things."yarima said trying to be adamant. "Yarima they would be more hurt if they found out later that we lied to them.We have no solution than to tell them the truth."I said. "I think there is a solution.Maybe I can get you pregnant after all am your husband and Janan lately has been disturbing me about getting her a sibling."yarima said moving closer to me. I tried moving back while yarima kept moving forward until he pinned me against the wall.He moved his face closer to mine joining the tip of our nose together. "Yarima what are you doi... I couldn't complete as yarima placed his lips on mine kissing me softly as he demand entrance from my lips which I gladly allowed him to explore my mouth.Soon yarima started kissing me roughly slowly moving down to my neck....Terminé
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