She never knew when she trespassed and when she fell in love with Huzaf. Perhaps this is the beauty of love, it doesn’t knock. It just creeps in slowly and steadily.
I am not going to believe in militant nationalism, which cultivates a culture of intolerance, Can’t we think of a solution without violence.
Promises are perhaps made in haste or out of emotions, that is why people do not afford to keep them
All love stories are not same, perhaps a little madness makes it special.
She was sobbing for help, but her sobbing wails died within the four walls of the room under the clamorous slogans raised by a mob on the road, which had gathered near the masjid just...
There are so many things to exploit man, but religion and patriotism are at the top of the list.
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