Rain is pouring down heavily, thunderbolts flashing in the dark sky. Afshan sat in the auto taxi, breathing heavily, her figure completely drenched in the rain. Her tears are flowing continuously, fingers trembling not with the rainy cold but with the cold truth. With shaking fingers, she dialed Zaishaโs number, and as soon as she picked up, Afshan hollered,
I love writing muslim religion stories.
Driving, and playing all indoor and outdoor games is my favorite
And the female character in my story is me only, i don't like being dependent still I'm but not in my book, the female character in my book will be strong,independent and self defensive.
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