"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!"
He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagg...
~~From here, begins the events from the prologue of the story which was written at the start of the book, after a leap of one year!!~~
~happy reading ♥️
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When the soul lies down in that grass The world is too full to talk about
Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
There is a field.
I'll meet you there!
-Maulana Rumi
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••• One Year Later •••
~Present day, March 2020, Kumrat Valley, Khyber Pakhtun Khwa~
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~Shahveer
"Allah hu Akbar Allah hu Akbar. Ash hadu Allah ilahailAllah"
As the darkness of the horizon started to fade away, and the white thread became distinct from the black thread of the dawn, the spiritual melody of Azaan began to echo throughout the tranquil valley, to wake up the believers ,who were sleeping while relishing some magical dreams dancing through their eyes, and call them towards the eternal and only success.
Brushing away a thick lock of dark brown hair from my forehead and rubbing my gloomy olive green eyes with my weak knuckles, I pushed my back away from the golden and icy cold pillar of the mosque, with the support of which I had slept last night.
