"Where were you that night? Where were you?" I clutched his collar as my small fist beated on his chest. The tears spilled my eyes as I felt the raw pain.
I look at him with my eyes full of complain and grief for what would have been lost. I wanted...
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I am not pulling a cast for this one so imagine them as you like. This story is going to be truly desi. I am going to write many dialogues in urdu. When I imagined I felt that same line had more impact in urdu in english. Yes, there will be English translation for each one. So don't worry about that and Enjoy reading. Please give this one the same support as you gave my previous two.
The pictures aren't mine but the aesthetic are made by me.
Noor
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