Just A Dream

Just A Dream

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Shazia Saleem always maintained a happy atmosphere around her. Being the youngest daughter of Saleem household one might deem her to be the most spoilt kid. Fateh Malik was an authorpreneur, he had achieved a lot at a very young age. No one knew the fact that he was an orphan and was raised under the imam of a local mosque which took care of the orphanage. They say it for a reason-Don't judge a book by its cover and don't judge a person by their appearance. This is a story of how two down to earth people, completely closed off, fall for each other. Will they cherish their love or will their feeling be shunned away by the worldly differences. Loads of love ~GiddySmiles☺️
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