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I saw him standing in the doorway. His denim jeans were half covered in mud. He has this impatient, tired look on his face. I went towards him. He held out his hand to me. I smiled and hugged him instead. My eyes suddenly watered up. I knew this was the end. I knew he was going. How am i going to live without him? My heart throbbed with agony at the very thought. "Are you crying, Laila?" He slowly pulled me away and looked me in the eyes. I looked down. Unable to look at him. I was holding his hand tightly. "Please don't go." I mumbled. .................. The thought of leaving Arham haunts Laila. Is it love or is she forced not to leave him? Is it Arham she really loves? Is he the guy of her dreams? ............... Hey please do vote for my story and I'll keep on updating it otherwise my little heart will be broken and I won't write again. :)
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