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Happy birthday @kefimysa
          Tour bday reminds me that its been 4 years since I started the book ‘hues of love’

I really loved reading your book hues of love
          And I have a request for you the author of the book if you can please write a book or even one shot about niyamith and Shazia I really want to see their ending 

Assalamu alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu
          I hope you are doing great
          May Allah replace all your difficulties with ease. 
          I'm leaving the link to my new book and i would appreciate if you give it a read. Much love ❤
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/340836790?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Ambiguousemotions&wp_originator=IVXW5q2YU1W6Z%2Bj3ER4sTp5a8RwG%2FrmWzXfVT4hy66bIa43onWEXhNuaby7rkV5t2O%2BiGRHoBvO4PtAf4DkGdUgGEflvhaTAG7fwqRMEVIBEuhQ3JGWjrYBzqK8nefY7

Assalamu alaikum everyone
          Glad to be back after a loooooonnggg time and I’m happy to see Hues of love has reached 200k reads and 10k votes in just 2 years Alhamdulillah
          This was my first book on wattpad and all of this was possible knly bcoz of your love and support. So thank you for every vote and comment
          
          Coming back to writing new books I think I still need some more time bcoz I’ve lost the track of writing
          In shaa Allah oneday I might come back and update new stories
          Please remember me in your duas 
          I love you all❤️
          ~Huda_fatima

What about bursha and jaudin story 

I recently started reading your story Hues of love and i ld like to say you are a fantastic author and i am in love with your writing 
           
          But I hope i can ask a doubt... it's that i am unable to find any chapters of hues of love after the 2 chapters of shiddat.  
           
          I just wanted to know because I really wish to read it further and sorry if i have in anyway offended u 

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/330152974?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sia12singh&wp_originator=5NNn%2BrtGP7yuOZ2fra45Jse3HazrfRCFvsAb2mFVfFIslB7i7YTuPi8Nk4cqJOs1mDPi%2FuSY8%2BNP5GVP2PrjmAyYWbxqseetssXw%2FpCqPu05%2B2rxIRp%2Bn%2Fx5ife8eAbU

Please update the story for niyamat and Shazia. Please
          

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity