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You Are Mine (1)
#romance #possesivehero
He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he.
His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable.
His father, Imran, entered the room, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that unfolded before him. The room was in complete disarray—furniture overturned, shards of glass littering the floor. Amidst the chaos, his son sat on the floor, his head buried in his hands. Imran's heart ached for him, the sight of his despair too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hamdan," he called out gently, his voice laced with love and concern. Hamdan looked up, his eyes swollen and red, his hair disheveled. "dad, she's married," he croaked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She's someone else's wife now. And I'm left empty-handed. Look at me."
Imran's heart sank. Just a few days ago, his son had been brimming with joy, ready to embark on a new chapter in his life. But now, he was a mere shadow of his former self, broken and lost.
"My son, gather yourself," Imran said, his voice firm yet compassionate. "She was not meant for you. Place your trust in Allah; He will make things...
He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he.
His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable.
His father, Imran, entered the room, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that unfolded before him. The room was in complete disarray—furniture overturned, shards of glass littering the floor. Amidst the chaos, his son sat on the floor, his head buried in his hands. Imran's heart ached for him, the sight of his despair too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hamdan," he called out gently, his voice laced with love and concern. Hamdan looked up, his eyes swollen and red, his hair disheveled. "dad, she's married," he croaked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She's someone else's wife now. And I'm left empty-handed. Look at me."
Imran's heart sank. Just a few days ago, his son had been brimming with joy, ready to embark on a new chapter in his life. But now, he was a mere shadow of his former self, broken and lost.
"My son, gather yourself," Imran said, his voice firm yet compassionate. "She was not meant for you. Place your trust in Allah; He will make things...
