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I READ MANY COMMENTS! AND LET ME TELL YOU, I DO NOT PROMOTE OR SUPPORT RAPE. WHAT ARMAN DID, IS UNFORGIVABLE, I KNOW. BUT HAVE SOME PATIENCE! I'LL TRY MY BEST TO WRITE THIS STORY WITH EVERYONE'S CRITERIA. BUT HAVE SOME PATIENCE!!!!\\\\Whole day, I didn't step out of the room. Arman didn't let me, he made sure, I was not left alone, in his absence. And I didn't know, why?I called Haya, in the bathroom, so that no one could hear us. ' Assalamualaikum Noor.' Haya said her Salam, right after she picked up the call. ' wa-.' Noor couldn't even reply, and started weeping, she was terrified to her core. 'Noor? Kia hua? Batao!' Haya panicked. (What happened? Tell me?) When Noor didn't reply, Haya again spoke. ' Ghar per hona? Mai aarahi hu.' Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the phone. ( You're at home? I'll come) 'Haya? Ek kaam kerdo.' Noor hurriedly spoke. (Do one thing) 'kia?' Haya's voice held uncertainty. (What?) ' raaste Mai, pharmacy store se-' Noor stopp
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I saw a silhouette, of course of her! Sitting on the bed, as her back was supported by the headrest. She was awake! ' Noor?' I called out for her. As I placed my keys, wallet, mobile and watch on the night stand.Then I went to the bathroom, to change. After coming out in night pyjamas and t-shirt, I made my way to her. She still didn't even move.' Noor?'I called out for her again, but she still didn't reply. Was she ignoring me on purpose? I circled around the bed and came to her side. I lighted up the lamp placed on her side table. I looked down at her. She was fucking sleeping!! With her head tilted back, and quilt half lying on her body and half lying on the carpet, she was sleeping uncomfortably, without a care in the world. I sighed and removed the quilt, I gazed down at her, the bruises on her wrists were visible along with the ones on the neck and arms. I picked her up, but I guess, it disturbed her, as she woke up with a jerk. When she realized, I was holding he
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The whole day I had a constant headache, thinking of the possibility that what if I never caught her with the bottle?She would've never gotten pregnant! The whole day she was sleeping, but I couldn't sleep for a second even. My subconsciousness was mocking me of my own terrible idea of getting her pregnant, by forcing her. I should have waited for her to get comfortable. But no, I had to be an asshole and force her into it. I was feeling angry at my own self. I messed up. But she took the pills! Where did she get them on the first place? I had no clue. Was someone helping her? But who can that person be? All this was making my mind go blank, the more I pondered over the fact that she did this, the more the headache increased. I had other works to do as well, and I was trying my best to concentrate on them. It was already late at night, and right after I came home, I straight went to my study, as I had to take care of Fuzail's business too, for that nothing for good bastard was in
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The whole day, after attending back to back classes I had a constant pain in my neck. The day was tiring and now we even had an assignment to submit tonight. I tilt my head to the side to see an almost passed out Haya resting her back on the bench as we waited for the driver to arrive. I told Bari ammi that I'll be visiting khala and will stay there for a day, and Azan was already at khala's house, as I asked Akram chacha to drop him there after school. Reaching there, I changed into comfortable clothes and went down for dinner as it was already late when we returned from University. Khala was delighted to see me, and was continuously nagging me of how thin and pale I was becoming. She made me eat so much that my stomach was hurting. Azan was enjoying as well, he got a partner to play with, even though Fariha was older but as they were both playing his favorite game cricket, he was beyond happy. After cleaning up the kitchen, me and Haya went and sat in the terrace with steaming
HIS LOVE NOTE
This is the first time I am writing a story. I have always been a silent reader but many stories inspired me to write my own. I don't want any offensive comments.This is my first story so please if you don't like it you don't have to read it further but if you like it don't forget to vote, comment, and share.English is not my first language so if I make a mistake don't judge.As I'm a school-going student, maybe I will not have time to update so please have patience because patience is a virtue.thank you
HIS LOVE prologue
"tell them to delay the rukhsati", I said." And how do you think I can convince them?". He asked raising his one right eyebrow."Oh, as if we don't know how it takes seconds for you to change their minds or more precisely manipulate their minds"? I said smirking.But that smirk didn't even last for seconds as he made his way towards me.That was the moment when warning bells started ringing in the back of my head. Run. But it was too late, as he instantly grabbed my waist pulled me towards himself so we were chest to chest, I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me, and then his mouth came closer to my ear as his breath fanned my neck and I felt repellent. he spoke."Noor, don't put that attitude of yours in front of me if you don't want me bedding you before our rukhsati. So it'll be better if you don't provoke me".He left me not before kissing me just behind the ear on my vein.I walked back as far away as possible to maintain safe distance and turned around not before t
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She was standing at the balcony, lost in her own world as the wind breezed past her. Dressed in light pink frock that reached just above her ankles with churidar pajama ,dark brown eyes gazing at the full moon with no care in the world. Pink soft lips crept up in a small smile as she inhaled the slight fragrance of motia hanging in the air, a small nose piercing sparkling on her small button nose. A perfect jaw line, long slender neck that was decorated with a thin gold chain rested upon her high collar bones, clad in a black shawl, long dark brown hair in a messy bun rested on her shoulders. Small pointed breasts hidden in the shawl,a small waist and perfect hips with long beautiful legs covered in the frock. wearing a pair of flat slippers. A jingling sound errupting now and then from the payal on her ankles and the tassels of the daman of her frock, an aura of innocence surrounded her. Her gandumi skin full of noor in the dark with the little light provided by the moon .'Noorie'
HIS LOVE 2
Jahan Ara begum, was wife of Shabbir Malick. They had three sons,The eldest son, Mustafa Malick was a humble polite and respectful man in his late 50's who was married to Hameeda who was also a polite lady and caring mother figure for all the children. They have 3 children•Arman Mustafa Malick was 28 years old who was handling all the business and the underworld.•Then, Ammar Mustafa Malick who was 26 years old and was also taking part in business. He was Badtameez and hot headed.•and the youngest was Armeen Mustafa Malick who was 20 years old and was doing bachelors in IR. She was sweet and caring just like her mother.The second eldest son was, Rafiq Malickwho was also in his late 50's and was married to arfa. They both were very supportive and kind hearted to their kids, nieces and nephews. They also had 3 children.Haris Rafiq Malick was 27 years old and was giving hand in his dad's business. He was the best man of Arman in underworld.Then second eldest kid was, Hareem Rafiq M
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