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"My Precious Love.

LECTURAS 3,644
Votos 325
Partes 57
Hora 7h 33m

LECTURAS 3,644
Votos 325
Partes 57
Hora 7h 33m

"What did you say to Papa yesterday?"
Adhvita stood in front of him, eyes blazing with pain and fury. Her tears were ready to fall, but her pride held them back - for now.

Ibrahim's heart sank.
He had never imagined that the girl he once called his faith would look at him like he was a stranger.

He tried to hold her hand.
She pushed him away and shouted,
"MAINE POOCHA AAPNE KYA KAHA THA KAL PAPA SE?"

He couldn't speak.
As if something was choking his throat.

Red eyes. Silent tears.
Fear. Not of being wrong - but of losing her.

"...Divorce."
The word barely escaped his lips.

A loud slap followed.
Her world shattered.

"So you're leaving me?" she whispered, broken.

He closed his eyes, nodded slowly.

She trembled. Held his hands. Kissed them.
"Just once... say it's a lie, Jaana..."

Her tears fell on his hands like drops of pain.

"I'll die without you."
Her voice cracked, her soul screamed.

She fell to his feet.
Begging. Crying. Shaking.

"Please don't leave me, Jaana... please... take me with you..."

No one stopped him.
No one held her.

He bent down, kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

Vo jaa rha tha,
Woh jaane ke liye hi to aaya tha.


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