The mafia King's forced bride

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beneath the blankets, her forehead creased even in sleep-as

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g open, heavy with fatigue, Alya moved without hesitat

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d her fully awake as she performed wudu with meticulous care. Soon after, her praye

and deliberate, as s

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thundered ag

ilent drop carrying the ache she dared not voice. Lips moving, she poured her whis

-a lifeline in the darkness. The only other sound was the measured tick of the c

en, weary but uplifted, she rose to perform Fajr salah. Afterwards, she

tains, as though carrying her sil

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atient knock

Aly

ownstai

gripped the edge of her desk.

y had

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tairs, every heartbeat drumming in my ears. Before me stood

stinging slap crack

exp

wed every cry. A fiery han

ess girl!"

t meeting-and you're still

not blink. I lowered my gaze

the tray before I

s-I arranged them on a silver tray, eyes fixed on the pattern

feet tall, unwav

fore him and backed away, heart pounding. I wondered, as I a

t I cou

oice-it is a prison

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's Per

me Fajr azan, the call echoing softly through hidden speakers.

line. Yet beneath his practiced

ok-sweat and repetition. A cold shower followed, then a crisp white shirt and

briefly. Servants stiffened. Fa

checked his phone. One unread

ve me... give me one mo

ingers poise

on't des

up, but his expr

ko Pratama-Dadajaan

"it's time you marry. I wish to see

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table. Moments late

rdered the drive

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or's

ay to perform Dhuhr salah. The sun blazed overhead, but sh

ribbled a question

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ed into the street. A sudde

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avement, searing pai

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one called, conc

leg gave way. She limped ba

ed-tall, dark, comma

aw cl

d his cousin Zaki.

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ped forwa

, let us

r head and vanish

the first time in years, some

pered, echoing Zak

one pleading for escape, the other waiting to