Chapter 15 Hurting heart: Betraying feelings

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Enjoy 😍
But guys I am so so disappointed 😔 there are many reads but comparatively very very less votes why not even a single comment 😕 each chapter takes so much effort so please vote and comment ,same goes to my another book Fasana-E-Mohabbat next chapter is up  and the response is very disappointing so please vote please 🥺



Enjoy 😍 But guys I am so so disappointed 😔 there are many reads but comparatively very very less votes why not even a single comment 😕 each chapter takes so much effort so please vote and comment ,same goes to my another book Fasana-E-Mohabbat ...

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O, saajna, tere ishq 'ch paike Duniaa di khair main bhhul hi giaa Ishq sataaye, ishq rulaaye Ishq 'ch aa ke main taan rul hi giaa

Akkhiaan da noor tere, dil da qasoor mera Jogi banaya tune, o, saajna (o,saajna)
Kivein samjhawaan tainu chadda je suroor tera? Jeena sikhaya tune, o saajna

O, saajna mere, o, saajna Jogi banaya tune, o, saajna O, saajna mere, o, saajna Jogi banaya tune, o, saajna (saajna)

Seh na sakoonga main tumse judaai Aankh bhar aayi meri, aankh bhar aayi

Ho, seh na sakoonga main tumse judaai Aankh bhar aayi meri, aankh bhar aayi Tanhaiyon mein bhi hai tanhayi Aankh bhar aayi jab yaad teri aayi

Kyun sataaye mujhe? kyun rulaaye mujhe?
Kyun na tujhko chaah kar bhi main paa saqoon?

Kyun hain ye faasle?
kyun ashq bahne lage?
Kyun na saari dooriyaan
mita saqoon

Dil ki duaayein lab pe jo aayein Tujhi ko bulaayein, o, saajnaKivein samjhawaan tainu "kyun na bhulpaayein"?

Tujhko hi chaahein, o, saajna
💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Tujhko hi chaahein, o, saajna💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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As I woke up, my back ached, and the realization dawned that I was now a married woman. Glancing at the clock, it was 9 am, and I panicked realizing I was late.

Tears welled up as the events of last night replayed in my mind, and I headed to the bathroom, a beautifully adorned room that felt like a sanctuary.

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