DUA
βWhen I grow up, I will marry you,β he promised with a childβs unshaken faith.
βWill you marry with me Dua?β
She only smiledβtired, gentle, hiding a thousand unspoken painsβand brushed her fingers through his hair.
βAlright,β she whispered, βIβll marry youβ¦ if you grow up to be strong and kind.β
She hides her bruises behind silence.
He hides nothingβonly warmth, love, and a heart too pure for the world.
He belongs to a life wrapped in luxury and protection.
She belongs to a life spent surviving, shielding herself from the very people meant to protect her.
They were never supposed to meet.
Yet fate, written long before either of them understood its meaning, quietly tied their souls together.
Because some stories arenβt written by chanceβ¦
Some are written by Himβlong before the first promise was ever made.
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