Jalal Jali was charming, a strong character. Thickened and frozen at heart. In all his right, he was attractive and stinking rich. Literally, he was rolling in old money. All round, only good things attributed with him. Generous, he was. Kind, he was. Dutiful, he was. A great man, indeed. Only Barakah Amal had all his cards on her table. She's always known even as a kid. He had set up a fortress-like identity. One very powerful and influential one. Even his late wife couldn't see through it but she knew, who he truly was. Her violator. And now, her soon to be lawfully wedded husband to her great misfortune. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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