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'Seni seviyorum.'

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"Mr.Malik what would you like to eat?" Elif placed the steamy cup of coffee in front of him. She looked around at the mess in front of him and tidied up the scattered documents.

"Nothing," Wajdan mumbled dismissively, not bothering to look up from the documents in his hand. He had returned from the office an hour ago and discovered the papers he needed to review. He had forgotten about work, for the first fucking time in his life. And the credit would definitely go to Mrs. Wajdan.

"Mrs. Malik asked me to make you eat no matter what," Elif exclaimed and Wajdan looked up, a sneer on his expression. If she cared why was she not back yet? He grumbled refusing Elif and continued to work.

It had been two days since she went to her parents and she was not back yet. Wajdan was extremely dissatisfied. She prolonged her stay because she missed her parents. Wajdan snorted at the thoughts. What about him missing her? He knew somewhere that she was angry at him.

He pushed away the thoughts and stood up. He skimmed his hand through his damp locks and left the study, plopping down on the empty bed. He wished he had his soft squishy pillow to hug.

Wajdan grunted at her thoughts which started to cloud his mind once again.

He tossed and turned around a few times before getting up and dialing her number. The least he needed right now was to listen to her pacifying voice.

"Hello?"

Siktir.

A sigh escaped his lips heeding to her gentle drowsy voice, with turned into a scowl within seconds. Was she sleeping already? Without him? So soundly? He grumbled at the notion.

"Why did you not come?" He inquired gruffly.

"Huh? I told you Wajdan, subho aaon gi mai," her soft whisper came across the other end followed by a yawn. Wajdan frowned.
(I will come tomorrow.)

"Were you sleeping?"

"I want to, baba is making me watch these stupid documentaries," his frown disappeared at her strained voice. Even without seeing he knew she had her plump lips in a pout, her amber eyes would be squinted. Her little cute nose would be scrunched. Fuck. The imagination made him restrained.

He felt an insane impulse to see her and in the next minute, he found himself grabbing his car keys and leaving the villa.

"I'm coming to accompany you then," he glimmered.

"Huh? Here?"

"Yes," he confirmed before cutting the call and jogging to his car.

Fuck. He had lost it.

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"Amal!"

"Amal!"

"Jee Mama! I am here," Amal clamored following her mother's voice into the lounge when her steps ceased witnessing the person in front of her. She didn't think he was serious about arriving but the burly man sitting on the leather sofas declared otherwise.

He was clad in his Jordan pants and shirt, that clung to his muscular form. His messy hair brushed back, a few strands on his forehead. Amal felt her heart flutter when she found his enthralling orbs surveying her.

"Amal call your baba, Wajdan is here," her mother broke her reverie and she nodded rushing into her parent's room. Her cheeks flushed as she heard his deep chuckle behind her.

She frowned tapping her cheeks, she was supposed to be angry with him. She hummed with a slight smirk. She was enjoying making him suffer. She giggled remembering how she had made him sleep two feet away from her the night they had the little argument. It was humorous watching the huge man form a fierce yet cute pout.

Wajdan's lips curled up when he watched Amal enter with her father. She was wearing her brown pajamas and had her hair in a cute french tail. His muscles eased just at the sight of her and he smiled thinking how bad he had it. He was a complete goner.

"Asalam-u-Aliakum Wajdan bete, kese ho?" Mr. Ehtesham beamed as he shook his son-in-law's hand.

"Wa Alaikum Salam, Alhamduliah bilkul theek uncle aapki tabiyat kesi hai?" He responded darting away from the enchantress.
(How are you uncle?)

"Bilkul fit," Mr. Ehtesham smiled getting seated with him. They exchanged pleasantries as Mrs. Ehtesham questioned him If he had dinner. Wajdan shook his head and she rushed into the kitchen saying she made her special korma today and he would love it. Amal followed her mother into the kitchen.

In a few minutes, they had set the table and everyone sat to have dinner. Wajdan was pleased when Amal seated beside him. It was astonishing how his mood heightened in her mere presence.

He had witnessed she was preventing any utterances with him. She was still going on with her anger. He discreetly clutched her left hand under the table and Amal glowered at him. He chuckled continuing his conversation with her parents as If he didn't acknowledge her. Amal tried freeing her hands but he tightened his told. His thumb tickled her fragile hand and Amal quit struggling after a few tries, his grip was deadly.

The dinner went pleasantly followed by the tea session. Mr. Ehtesham then asked Wajdan to rest as It was late and both of them went to their rooms leaving the young couple to themselves. Amal took him to her room without any words and Wajdan pursued her in delight and restlessness. He couldn't wait to have her close.

"Amal?" He let out and shut the door behind them as they entered her room. Amal glanced at his warm eyes and turned away making him frown. He watched as she prepared the bed and disappeared into the bathroom without looking at him.

Fuck. She was still infuriated. He grunted grazing a hand through his hair.

Amal showered and wrapped her damp hair with a towel. She stepped out of the bathroom just to gasp watching Wajdan in front of her. He seemed as If he had been standing in the same position. She clicked her tongue and looked away from his gaze.

"Where are you going?" Before she could move to pass him Wajdan held her elbow and pulled her back.

Amal attempted to move but he held her hands.

"Why are you not talking to me?" He grumbled squeezing her small hands. His eyes roamed her damp features. Her lashes flicked as she refused to look at him.

"Amal," he rasped.

"Apko nahi pata?" Amal finally squinted her eyes at him.
(You don't know?)

Wajdan glanced into her intoxicating gaze and released a sigh. He glimpsed at her soft damp lips with desperation. He had fucking missed her. He leaned placing a peck on her sweet lips and her eyes dilated.

"Kia kar rahey hain, peche hon," she endeavored shifting away but Wjdan snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her breath clamped when he rubbed his nose against hers, his warm breath fanned her face.
(What are you doing? Move.)

"Wajdan," she placed her palms on his broad chest and felt his erratic heartbeat.

He twirled a state of her soft hair on his fingers, "talk to me."

She shook her head, neglecting his soothing touch.

"Stop being mad Aşkım, you're killing me here," Wajdan whispered on her lips. His callous hands grazed slightly at her lower back.
(Aşkım- my love.)

"I want to sleep," she turned her face away and Wajdan clenched his jaw. His hold loosened and Amal swiveled away hiding under the blankets.

Amal removed the covers from her face once she heard the door click and released a huff. She placed her hand on her thumping heart and clicked her tongue. It was impossible not to melt under his blazing touch.

She wasn't really mad at him. She was aware that It was her blunder, she should have made sure to inform him about her whereabouts. She understood how protective he was of her. She just found it exciting to annoy him and watch his adorable expressions.

Amal shut her eyes as soon as she heard the door click again. The bed dipped beside her and she bit on her lower lip. She heard him shuffle before he finally settled. A few agonizing moments passed before she felt a tap on her back making her stiffen.

"Amal."

Wajdan tapped his finger at her back, his lips forming a sad pout. He needed her in his arms. He wanted to feel her.

"What is it?" Amal questioned without turning and Wajdan grumbled.

"Come here," He tugged at the blanket covering her.

Amal smiled at his desperate tone. Poor baby.

"What is it?" She vacated the expressions on her face and veered around to look at him.

"Come here."

"Why?"

"It's hurting," Wajdan whined.

"What is hurting?" She questioned peeling off the blanket from her.

"Here," Wajdan pointed towards his heart, and Amal bit the inside of her cheek to prevent a smile.

"I am an Otorhinolaryngologist, not a cardiologist Mr. Wajdan," she spoke with amusement and Wajdan grunted.

Her heart fluttered seeing his adorable pout.

"Only you can treat this issue, Dr. Amal," he stated grazing her hand, lacing his fingers through hers.

"What do you want?" She inquired, her eyes swirling with amusement.

"I want you," came his exclaim.

Amal fluttered at his reply.

Wajdan brushed the baby hairs from her forehead as she stared at him. His hand cupped her cheeks softly,

"Stop being mad," he murmured causing her insides to flip at his hoarse voice.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?"

"Hmm, okay."

"You are not mad anymore?" He confirmed eyeing her lips and she nodded. He sighed pecking her chin.

"You make me worry too much." He groaned scooting her close.

"Sorry," Amal mumbled caressing his brow with a giggle.

"You know I formed a bruise on my butt when I fell," she added smiling radiantly and Wajdan reflected her smile.

"Did you?" he questioned jerking her even close until their fronts plastered.

"Uh un," Amal glanced at his full lips and then his eyes. He was scanning her lips too. She gulped holding her breath when his hand touched the side of her hip.

"Show me," Wajdan grazed his hand over her hip," let me kiss it better," he mumbled before placing his warm lips on her moist ones.

Amal gasped clutching the front of his shirt in her hands.

She moaned into his mouth and Wajdan bit her bottom lip urging her to open up. His tongue plummeted into her mouth immediately as he drank her sweetness.

He grabbed her ass and Amal gasped.

(A/N: Mature content peeps😗 chotey bacho- I know you won't stop, so continue ;)

She was still apprehending when he pushed her back on the bed and hovered over her small frame, never leaving her lips. Their tongues fought for dominance as his hand explored her curves, relishing each touch.

"Fuck, Amal," he released her lips when he discerned she wasn't wearing a bra. Her soft peaks hardened under his seductive touch.

"You're making it impossible to resist," blood rushed to his nether regions and he groaned grazing his teeth along her jaw, kissing all over her neck. His palm covered her clothed chest causing her to moan and clench her legs.

His kisses turned sloppy as he worked on the buttons on her shirt, digging his knee between her legs and biding them from closing up.

"Wajdan, uh" Amal moaned as his knee brushed against her wet crotch. His hot breath flared her delicate skin.

"Fuck," Wajdan pulled away and scrutinized her flushed face, swollen lips, and wild hair. His gaze grew dark as he took off her shirt in a flash and threw it across the bed.

"Don't make a noise, Aşkım," he took her earlobe under his teeth and whispered, "this is not our home."
(Love.)

Amal scuffed her lips and he proceeded to her chest, seized her awaited bud in his mouth, biting feverously on her delicate skin. A hand played with her other nipple as he devoured one at a time.

Amal clutched the sheets in her hands when his knee began to brush against her center, producing the much-needed friction.

He smirked hearing her muffled moans and stopped his movement. Amal whimpered instantly.

"Do you want me to continue?" he questioned grazing a finger over her waistline. Amal shuddered at the action.

"Wajdan," she breathed attempting to clench her thighs but Wajdan opened them wide. He took off her pajamas and peeked at her wet panties.

"I think you do," he touched the wet spot on her panties and she moaned softly. His trousers tightened against his length at the faint sound and he groaned at the lewd sight in front of his eyes.

Amal opened her eyes and swallowed watching the huge man undress above her. His muscles flexed as he toiled with his pants. The huge bulge made her gulp in anticipation. It was her third time observing him and she still shuddered at the feral sight. She reckoned it would always be like this.

Wajdan watched with predatory eyes as she sat, her twinkling eyes roaming over his build. He groaned when her precarious fingers brushed over his arms.

"Stop teasing, Amal," he breathed and Amal glanced at him, her lips curled.

She leaned and placed a kiss over his chest, licking the spot with her tongue. She felt him stiffen and her lips formed a smirk. She was aware of the effect she had on him and It was visible by noticing the monstrous bulge between his legs.

"We shouldn't be doing this here," she whispered softly. Her senses were fogging so she reasoned contrary to her actions.

"Amal," he stressed as she sat on his lap and snaked her arms around his neck, placing soft kisses along his jaw. His hands grasped her bottom. She was saying they shouldn't be doing this here and driving him fucking insane with her touch at the same time. Unfair.

Amal smiled against his skin, nipping lightly over his collarbone. She placed her lips on the fading mark she made two nights before and moaned as he bucked and rubbed his manhood against her soaked hot crotch.

"Waj...dan."

His hand escaped inside her panties and she arched her back.

"Fuck, Amal," he groaned pushing her on the soft mattress and ripping her lacy panties. She squealed at the sudden action.

"Fuck everything."

"I can't fucking wait anymore," she heard his strained voice before he thrust into her soft folds with a groan. She covered her mouth to stop her moans as he started moving inside her.

It was more intense than their first time and she couldn't help but wind her legs around his waist. Wajdan pounded into her impatiently, his mouth kissing and licking any part of her skin in access.

His groans reached her ears and she dug her teeth into his shoulder to stop her screams.

He fastened his pace and she grabbed his nape for support.

"Fuck Amal, nasıl bu kadar iyi hissedebilirsin?" he groaned placing a kiss on her swollen lips.
(How can you feel so good.)

Amal shuddered at his rasp and felt herself near. She pulled at his hair in exasperation. He slowed down and she found herself falling into ecstasy. She couldn't recover as he began thrusting once again, stimulating her sensitive place.

She whimpered when he finally finished after exhausting her completely. And making her orgasm a good few times with his lewd words and actions. She was sure her insides were swollen with his animalistic thrusts.

This man was fucking big. And hot. And beautiful.

She breathed as he dropped onto her and buried his head into her chest.

"Amal," she heard him mumble after a few minutes.

"Huh?" she whispered back.

"Will you believe me If I say I have fallen in love with you?" Amal stiffened at his words.

Her heart thumped loudly against her chest and she was sure he heard it too well.

Wajdan smiled placing a soft kiss on her exposed skin.

"I don't know If you can fall in love so soon but I am sure I fucking have and that too hard," he continued nuzzling his nose against her skin and she shivered," you have made me go insane, Aşkım."

"This fucking heart goes wild when you are not in sight," he smooched her lips softly.

"And when you are near, I can't fucking resist you," he tamed her wild hair and placed a fluttering kiss on her forehead.

Amal smiled at his words. Her insides quivered at his confession.

"You asked me If I was obsessed with you," he chuckled gazing at her," yes I am, I am fucking obsessed with my little love."

"Shiddat ban gayi ho tum meri," he added grabbing her chin and brushing his nose against hers.
(You have become my intensity/obsession.)

"You have made me a fucking goner."

Wajdan plopped back onto her and held her tightly. He felt happy and satisfied with her in his arms.

"Wajdan," she squealed when he flicked his tongue over her skin," I can't breathe, move," she tried to shove him away but he grabbed her hands.

"Won't you say it back?" he questioned moving away and gazed her reddened cheeks. Amal shook her head and bit her cheeks to stop her smile.

"Say what?" She raised her brows.

"I love you," he looked at her incredulously.

"I will say when I want to," she closed her eyes making him grumble.

"Say it now," he pinched her cheek and she giggled turning away her face.

"You can't force me to say it, Wajdan," she told making him scowl.

"You don't love me?" he muttered and Amal opened her eyes to look at his confused face.

Aw. Cutie.

"I didn't say that," she replied softly.

"So you love me?" Wajdan brushed her jaw with his thumb.

"Ugh, Wajdan move, we should wash up," she spoke clearing her throat and he grumbled childishly. Amal smiled at his actions. He moved back and she wrapped herself with the blanket.

He was so easy to tease.

She tried to shift when the pulsing pain between her legs made her wince. Wajdan witnessed and held her.

"Let's get fucking cleaned," he lifted her tiny body in his arms, and Amal squealed holding his shoulders. She looked at his frown and smiled.

Of course, she loved him. How could she not love such an adorable hot man? She would confess when he expected it the least and enjoy watching his expressions.

"Stop frowning, Mr. Wajdan," She chuckled holding his face in her tiny hands and placing a kiss on his lips.

Wajdan glanced at her smiling face and felt his heart twitch. How was she so fucking pretty?

"What?" Amal raised her brows.

"You are fucking pretty," Wajdan grumbled making her blush. He leaned and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Don't you dare ignore me again," he then warned stepping inside the bath.

They needed to fucking wash up.

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lol jk, continue-

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A month later

"Hello? Are you here?" Amal questioned as soon as she picked up his call. He had told her that he would pick her from the hospital himself today.

"Mhm. Come outside," she nodded gathering her belongings, and sauntered outside.

She stepped outside and saw Wajdan leaning against his car. He was dressed in his office attire, minus the tie. She took a moment to gush over her handsome husband. His freshly trimmed stubble highlighted his sharp jawline. The suit fit his muscles perfectly.

She blushed tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Wajdan?" Amal summoned and he glimpsed at her. She smiled as he opened his arms for her and she walked into his arms.

"You got off work early today?" she put her chin on his chest and glanced up at him.

"Mhm." He hummed taming her hair and kissed her head.

He hauled them away and opened the passenger door for her. She sat and he locked the door behind her, reaching his side.

"What do you want to eat?" Amal watched as he placed a hand behind her seat and reversed the car. She bit her lips looking at him. Hottie.

"Amal?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you want to eat?" He reiterated.

"Knafeh," Amal responded making him nod. She had become a lover of Turkish cuisine. He had taken her to a few restaurants and she had loved all of them.
(Kunafeh- traditional Middle Eastern dessert.)

He smiled subtly at her vibrant face. She was attired in a grey silk dress. Her silky smooth hair was in a ponytail.  She looked cute.

Wajdab pinched her soft cheeks and she swatted his hand away with a pout.

"It hurts Wajdan," she frowned.

"You'll live," he smiled holding her tiny hand and lacing their fingers, placing it on his thigh.

Amal scoffed leaning against the seat and closed her eyes.

"Are you tired?" Wajdan caressed her hand with his thumb and glanced at her before returning his gaze to the front.

"A little. There were so many patients today," she whined taking a deep breath. Her heart fluttered when she felt him bring their entwined hands to his mouth and place a soft kiss on her knuckles.

"You know I'm proud of you?" Wajdan spoke and she peered at him with adoration. It had been three months living with this man and everyday she fell in love with him a little more.

"Uhun. And I am equally proud of you Mr. Wajdan," she grinned scooting forward and kissed his cheek, "and I love you."

She glowed at him. She recollected how happy he had been when she eventually confessed. She had bought sunflowers for him and confessed adorably. The confession had turned into a steamy moment resulting in him going all caveman on her for an entire weekend. He would ask her to repeat the words every minute and she would glare at him. He would grumble in response and kiss her senselessly.

"Mhm. I love you more," he replied making her grin.

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"Wajdan? Have you ever tried ice cream with soda drink?" Wajdan scrutinized her incredulously.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He raised a question glancing at her. They just had dinner at a Turkish restaurant and here she was talking about ice cream and soda? Was that even a combination?

"Uhun. It's so good, my friend made me eat them together and I've never had ice-cream without soda."

"No I haven't and I won't."

"What?" Amal gasped dramatically," you definitely will."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Amal."

"Yes, Wajdan."

"No."

"Wajdan!" the loud screech made him press the breaks instantly as he swung to look at her for any apparent injuries.

"Siktir! What happened? You okay?" his profound gaze wandered around her as he unbuckled her seatbelt in urgency.
(Fuck.)

"Yes perfectly, " her gleaming laugh ceased his wary gape.

"Why did you shout then?" he inquired peeking into her soft amber eyes.

"So you would stop the car, " she exclaimed in a duh tone and he nearly rolled his eyes.

"Impossible, " he muttered expelling a breath. She scared him for a second.

"Everything is possible with me, "she chirped and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't doubt that, " he almost frowned as he grasped her fragile hand again that she had just pulled away. A subtle smile etched on the corner of his lips when he laced their fingers. He couldn't get enough of her touch. And he never would.

The smile formed into a smirk as he saw her eyeing their hands too, a soft blush cherishing her little nose.

"So...," Amal began looking at him. Their gazes locked. She felt his intense penetrating eyes hold her captive for a moment.

"So?" his hold tightened on her hands but her next words were enough to make him stifle,

"We're eating ice cream with soda."

"What? Fuck no, " he grumbled.

"Uh hun, " she merely shook her head.

"Amal!" Wajdan warned in exasperation. He knew she was going to have her way. This girl was making him break his rules one by one.

"Chalein bhi Wajdan. You're gonna have the time of your life, "she spoke and he was sure of that one thing.

He was having the time of his life with her.

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"It's good right?" Amal polled observing his expressions.

"Fucking no Amal, how can you like this," Wajdan grimaced eying the ice cream soda assortment.

Amal scowled at him.

"Shush. This is perfect, I agree with Hamza, aapke taste buds hi dead hain," Amal grabbed the bowl and dig in, exhibiting a stink eye to Wajdan.
(Your taste buds are dead.)

Wajdan peeked at her in amusement. Amal poked her tongue and he snickered.

"Don't eat too much," he seized the bowl from her and she gazed at him," you'll get sick," he added making her frown.

"I have a good immune system, give it back," she tried snatching the bowl and he held it above her head.

"No."

"Wajdan! Give it back," she wailed hopping and he threw the mixture into the sink.

Amal blinked at the movement.

She looked up at him angrily and walked away. Wajdan scrutinized as she scurried across the lounge and went into their room.

Fuck. He put the bowl away and followed behind her. He couldn't afford her silent treatment and he was confident she would use the very weapon now. It was her special weapon.

He entered the room and saw her making the bed. She glanced at him once before sitting on the bed and grabbing her phone. Her lips were in a flat line.

He stood there for a few minutes before groaning and leaving the room. He came into the kitchen and took out the ice cream from the fridge. He added the fucking soda drink into it.

'Whipped fucker.' He murmured under his breath and took the odd dish to their room.

Amal heard the door open and glimpsed in its direction. Wajdan stood at the door, a bowl in his hand and a frown on his face. Amal scraped her inner cheek as she saw him step toward her.

"Here," he grumbled passing her the bowl.

She eyed the ice cream with a smirk then gazed at him.

"What is it?" She uttered dismissively.

"Soda fucking ice cream," he answered making her laugh.

"You are such an evil person,"  he complained seating beside her.

"You love this evil person," she grinned taking a spoonful of the ice cream.

"Mhm."

His eyes halted at her giddy face. Amal moaned licking her bottom lip and he gulped. A little dripped down her chin and he jerked his head. Before she could wipe it Wajdan skimmed the ice cream off her chin with his thumb. Their eyes locked and wajdan grunted darting away from her face. Why did he want to kiss those fucking lips all the time? He brushed a hand through his hair and flopped back onto the bed, shutting his eyes.

"Wajdan?"

"Hmm," he hummed resting in the same position. She had probably finished eating the shit.

"Let's watch a movie," his eyes shot open at her words.

"A horror movie?" He inquired skeptically and Amal nodded her head enthusiastically.

"No fucking way," he deadpanned.

"I won't cry this time."

"You say that all the time," Wajdan pressed.

He clasped her hand resting beside him and twirled around her small fingers. She wore a single ring on her pinky finger. He began playing with the tiny ring.

"It was only two times," she protested and he glanced at her.

"Two times is fucking too much," he exclaimed yanking her onto him.

Amal shrieked as she plonked on his chest. He instantly snaked his arms around her. She felt him grab her hair and gather them at a side.

"Wajdan."

"Chup, sleep now, I am tired," he enclosed his arms around her body and discharged a breath. Then leaned forward and inhaled her hair. He felt his muscles relax drawing breath in her floral scent.

He knew he attended to her way too much. He was spoiling her but only he could. He could spoil her all he wanted. She was his little love. He could do any fucking thing to see her smile at him.

"Wajdan."

"Mhm."

"Seni seviyorum," his eyes shot open at the whisper and he glanced at her adorable face. His breath hitched when she beamed at him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Seni çok seviyorum," she fondled his stubble and mumbled positioning another kiss on his lips. She smiled into the kiss and Wajdan's lips curled up too. He grabbed her head and deepened the kiss, savouring his favourite sweet.

His only favourite sweet.

(I love you.)
(I love you so much.)

"Seni daha çok seviyorum," he stated when she pulled for air, his eyes worshipping her features.
(I love you so much more.)

He fucking loved her. He fucking adored her more than anything. And he could stake it all for her. For his shiddat.

Just her.

THE END.

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Asalam-u-Alaikum and hello beautiful people!

Finally. It's an end to Wajdan and Amal. Ah. This was supposed to be a one-shot but I ended up writing too much. lol.

HOW WAS IT? (Shiddat as a whole.) Silent readers, a word would suffice🥹🔪

A/N (Important.)

I will probably write an epilogue to them but It would take some time :)
Feel free to request any scenes.

Also, many of you are asking when will I continue ZAMA JANNAN. About that, I am still not sure. This was a romance fluff so I wrote it but Zama Janaan requires a lot of time and attention. I don't think I am in the right state to do that. I don't want to ruin it by forcing myself. I hope you understand.

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