I glare as I wait for my bride and to-be-wife to enter the room. I sit on my throw my figure accentuated I’m a dazzling black suit. My crown sit upon my head, demanding respect naturally from me. I have almost given up on trying to run love. This marriage marks exactly 1000 marriages. And 100 years of being immortal. It seems to be impossible to find love in this village. But as my new bride walks in, I’m instantly smitten by her beauty and presence. She looks….magical. My wife….
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2Zoya Sameen
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19/05/2024