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  ©2016 SOHRAB AMAAN                             Title - "INCOMPLETE LOVE" We are having argument over the child, the only girl we have. We are argumenting about who will take the child custody after the divorce. Both are shouting and Azraa is crying there after seeing us both in that situation. She is 5 years old but she knew that why we are fighting with each other. Yes, we are getting divorce. Because We can't tolerate each other anymore. Its high time, we are having lots of work load and time & mood management isn't so good between us. Actually We don't want to make it good. Her talks irritates me and I hope mine will have irritate her too. Actually I'm sure about it. She want success more than me and Azraa. She want us to moved into  another city. But that's not possible. Azraa have running school schedule and I hv a way better job for securing her future. But Aisha want us to leave ever...

Title - "A COMPLETE MURDER" I'm writing this as my confession letter to whomever want only success and ignore the most valuable person of their life. It can be consider as my suicide note because now it is going to be more hard to bear this pain , pain of holding regret for too long , pain of holding a screamer into my stomach, pain of holding a suicide murder. Yes it was MURDER. "I was complete broke at that time emotionally and financially too. One day i was standing in front of my room, finding the right key. I saw a girl coming from the steps, a complete stranger to me "Do you want something???" i asked her because she was looking at me with giggle on. Damn she was 😍 a beauty who has a class and I was like a broken millionaire. "No, I don't want anything. Actually I hv something you need" she said waveing her hand towards my eyes because i was stareing at her like a child look to the ice cream on his fav. ice cream parlour....