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*✿═══════════════✿* *hand scars* *Part:2* https://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2023/10/blog-post.html *✿═══════════════✿* https://instagram.com/she.is.dream.maker?igshid=ZGUzMzM3NWJiOQ== https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs When I sit next to him like this, my heart is very happy. My wife is my life partner whom Allah has given me to understand me and live with each other. eachThoughts come and go from time to time. In the small I would say. Alhamdulillah I found someone like that of my dreams. Someone called from behind, Munshi, you fell asleep or there is no movement.I'm sitting here without anyone seeing me, I'm seeing everything, but I'm like a fool who doesn't know anything, I want to see something, but this is something... I'm trying to make so many noises, I'm just sitting there like I don't know anything. It is as if the driver is not fast enough and does not reach the threshold. . Without anyone seeing, Ika gently took me by the hand.If anyone sees him, kill him as a joke Not only me, but now all this is funny and happy, but there is a hesitation... It will become a habit. ...Allah came home and walked down the stairs quickly. Itatas took me home and mom and dad are waiting to receive me.Someone gave me tea from my veil, when the veil was taken off, I noticed that Umman's face was withered, but thinking that I must have felt it, I pretended not to see it and laughed. Because they realized that I was bored sitting, they took me upstairs to the room and changed the garlands and jewelry. That's when I saw her coming to take a bath, I got up quickly and there was no hit on my head, but this is a bad thing.. I kept my head down. Ika is looking at me with a big smile and I don't know Pao Pooti.. Everyone has gathered and is waiting for us. There is tea and food and we are hungry. But isn't it a new girl?I shouldn't show this when I'm hungry, no one will see it.Are you going to take the veil back to the house today?... Ya Allah, the withering of Umman's face and my mind is also catching.... It made them happy and my face suddenly withered, someone was laughing at me and I was saying a lot of things without hearing it, and now I felt like my head was spinning. Ya Allah... *to be continued* *✍🏻mihras koduvally* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪*ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾

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