Haseena's heart was bleeding with every beat. She knew she was about to shatter the purest, most innocent soul who had only ever given her love, care, and respect. But she had no choice—at least that's what she convinced herself. Composing herself with great difficulty, she put on a mask, burying her storm deep inside.
Her voice was neither angry nor sweet—it was blank, carefully measured, frighteningly convincing.
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