I held his hand, moving in sync with him, step by step. The warmth of his palm against mine was steady, grounding. But suddenly, he stopped.
My breath caught as he turned to me, his infamous unreadable expression in place. His eyes, dark and intense, held mine captive before he leaned in slightly, his deep voice murmuring near my ear..
Taha zayan Mirza/ML/
"Aise nahi... Biwi wale haq se baju pakdo," **he said, releasing my hand and offering me his forearm instead**
[ Not like that… hold my arm the way a wife does." ]
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FaHaD
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2025-02-28
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...... angela
author -shi i think you should change her surname, if it's happen in muslim otherwise it's fine... ☺
2025-02-28
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