"Does he look good?" Laura asked Aria as she gave her a mug filled with hot chocolate.
Aria blushed at her words making her chuckle, "I'll take it as a yes,"
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Amira Ahmed doesn't remember the last time she felt happy. The last time she felt love. She doesn't remember when was the last time she was ever free from her responsibilities. All she ever did was work, work, work. That's it. When she got married she didn't expect much from the marriage as well. She couldn't feel happiness in anything she did. She was a lost little girl searching for happiness. When her husband left her the very next day of marriage, she didn't complain and waited for him. Not because she loved him but because he had a life in his hands which she loved dearly. Waqar Ahmed was a man full of confidence, anger, violence and emotionless. He wasn't a man people mess with. He married not because he fallen in love, he married because he had a debt to clear. He liked his space and hated to be disturbed. He always sets his goals clear and make sure to achieve them. He was just a man who is lost. He hates people who are always sad and agitated to do something, including his wife. He hates her for her coldness. He knew what she was and what she had become. Waqar Ahmed and Amira Ahmed were not the perfect couple. There weren't married out of love but married out of compliance. She knows her role so does he. Everything was going good. But... What happens when the secrets are revealed? What happens when the secrets held deep inside the hearts are torn open? ------------------------------------------ All the characters are fictitious and are not related to any real life incidents or any person. This is a totally fictional story and is based wholely on writer's imagination. Do not copy the author's work without permission. All rights belong to the writer only. The picture used in the book belongs to the respective people. The sole purpose of using them for character visuals.
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