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Abdullah closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as he processed everything Anas had just said. His fingers tightened into a fist before he finally spoke, his voice calm but firm.
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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"When we grow up, will you marry me?" she asked, holding out her pinky, her voice light, innocentโunaware of the weight her words carried. "Then you will belong to no one else but me." His voice was steady, his golden eyes piercing into hers, holding a gravity she couldnโt comprehend. With a bright, carefree smile, she locked her pinky with his. "Pinky promise!" "Promise." His voice was low, firm. A silent vow, unshaken by time. For her, it was a fleeting childhood game. A moment of laughter, a promise as weightless as air, forgotten as soon as it was spoken. For him? It was everything. The words seared into his soul, branded into his very existence. From that moment, she was his. Not in the way of childish affection, not in the way of mere friendshipโbut in a way that ran deeper, darker. A claim, a bond, a truth written in stone. Years passed. She grew, she changed. She soared into a new world, leaving behind not just her home, but himโher best friend, the boy who had stood beside her through everything. She left, never looking back, never once acknowledging the invisible chain she had unknowingly placed around his heart. She forgot. But he never did. While she moved forward, he remained bound to that moment, his obsession growing, deepening, twisting into something unstoppable. She had promised herself to him. And a promise to him was unbreakable. Then she returned. And she wasnโt alone. She came back with his cousin. The same boy who had followed her across oceans, the same boy who now stood beside her, slipping a ring onto her finger. Engaged. To another man. To his blood. The warmth she once held in her eyes for him was gone, replaced by something coldโresentment, rejection. She looked at him as if he was a mere shadow of the past, something to be erased, something unwanted. She had forgotten that she belonged to him. But Zehran never forgot. He watched. He waited. The fire inside him burned hotter, fiercer, consuming him with every stolen glance, every whispered moment she shared with a man who was not him. Could he let her go? Could he stand by and watch as she slipped through his fingers, as she became someone elseโs? No. Never. She was his promise. His obsession. His to have, his to keep. He was ready to cross every boundary to claim her. And she was already happily planning her wedding with another man. No matter how much she resisted, no matter how much she hated himโฆ He would make her his. Even if it meant turning her hatred into loathing. Even if it meant breaking her completely.
"You are destiny, and I'll make sure to destined you for me." โ Him "It is a dream that never becomes reality." โ Her He was destined for her, and she was dreamed by him. When I eye, that's mine. โ Him When I point, that dies. โ Her What happens when a ruthless Mafia King and a skillful Assassin meet? Two souls, like a broken mirrorโshattered yet dangerous, dripping blood and making others drip too. Confusion, confession, and convenience can be tolerated, but not concession. In a world where darkness whispers and destiny hunts, their love is a game only the ruthless can survive. A tale of power and peril, where love is a weapon, obsession knows no mercy, and surrender is never an option. Will they survive the war they ignite, or will they drown in the deepest abyss of their hatred? Will their love become their salvation, or will it be the ruin that turns them into nothing but dust and legends whispered in fear?
Mujtaba Ali khan. An indian rude business man who is conserved,rude and rich dad's spoilt son. Aleah vedi. An indian girl who works in a dark night club as a bartender. He loved her but she left him. stay tuned to know what happens when their lifes colloid and they proves not every love story have happy ending.
When the souls of two girls with same name from other worlds gets exchanged what happens
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