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Continued.... "What is this Areesha?" He asked her again in a deadly calm voice and Areesha gulped. She had wanted to hide her ugly part from him in fear that he would stop loving her then so she always kept her arms covered but he had seen those scars by chance. She cursed herself for not covering her arms properly. The scars that represented how weak she was as a person and as a muslim. Even though she knew how much she meant to him the insecurities always managed to creep in. "Areesha why would you harm yourself? This is haram." He said softly searching her face for any expression but she was expressionless. "Its none of your business." She replied coldly not meeting his eye. "None of my business, huh? Everything that's related to you is my business. Why would you hurt yourself?"
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