A/N: You don't have to be Muslim or Desi to read this book. It's for everyone. I write for everyone not for just one particular group/ sect/ religion/ culture. -- ❝ I think what I wanted most was just a little more time with you, just a few more moments to hold you close before life got in our way. ❞ "Munizeh," He places his hand on my head, smiling weakly at me. "It's okay, I can understand. The girls of your age somehow mistakes affection for love." Tears well up in my eyes but I hold them back. Blinking the tears away, I give him a lip tight smile and assure him. "Of course, Tabesh. You are right. The girls of my age do mistake affection for love." - Orphaned at a young age, Munizeh was adopted by a single mother. Now after eight years, she finds herself stuck in a complicated love triangle between her university friend and a successful fashion designer.
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