ππ’ππ‘π’: ππ‘π π ππππ ππ¨π§π He looks at her in daze "She is so beautiful Maa." His mother annoyingly said "This is the 20th time you've said that in an hour." He chuckled at her response, his gaze still lingering on the beautiful soul, eyes filled with admiration. "Should I go talk to her?" He questioned, and in his voice echoed a kind of admiration she hadn't heard in a long time. His mother deadpan, shook her head in disbelief, "She is your wife, who is currently sneaking her fourth bowl of ice cream!" He sighed, his smile widening more time to time, "But she looks so adorable Maa"
To My Dear Readers, I donβt know your name, where youβre reading from, or what kind of day youβve hadβbut if youβre here, supporting my words, please know this: Thank you. For reading. For feeling. For letting my characters live in your heart. Every comment, every share, every message, every quiet moment you spend with my storyβit means the world to me. Writing can be a lonely journey, but your support makes it feel like Iβm walking with friends. You are the reason I continue to write. You are the reason these stories breathe. And if even one line stayed with you, made you cry, smile, or feel seenβthatβs more than I ever dreamed of. This journey wouldnβt be the same without you. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart. With endless gratitude and love, Zoya
Write a comment ...