Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serendipity Of Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Her eyes slowly began opening themselves, and she felt as her temperature began rising slowly. She took some seconds on the bed without analysing where she was or how she ended up sleeping for what seemed like an hour or even more. She knew she had slept to her satisfaction because she could feel her brain refreshed. Sitting upright, Fadwa scanned the room she was in, and there it occurred to her. How it all happened. She slipped into the pool. Did he save her? Obviously. Because she knew the strength of the waves of that water would never let her alive unless Maheer saved her. Her boss.

It's my favorite niece's birthday, my love. I love you so much, Baby❤️ This chapter is for you, the whole book itself. I wish you all the best in your life, Baby. Be a good girl, be happy always because you deserve nothing but happiness and love in your life. Ummi loves you, and also; you're my best bad influence. Have the best birthday possible, we all got your back❤️

Fadwa looked at him from where he sat, she pouted her lips and she didn't miss how he had been scratching his left eyebrow. "I can't go in alone, I've never been to a place like this, I don't know how to act." Her voice was low and undemanding. She didn't know how he was going to take that. She had never been to a mall before, and now that they were sitting in his car, she looked at him with confused eyes. She looked at the list she had in her hand and pouted again.

Majida and Ammi held Fadwa by her shoulders and watched as Maheer stared directly into Baffah's eyes with so much hatred. He now know why Fadwa cried for that girl. Was her name Intisar? Because she led the same life too, or even worse. Because when it came to Fadwa, she had lived all the years of her life with the trauma, and Intisar still had a chance at a normal life.He took a single glimpse at Fadwa before he turned his attention back to Baffah. “I know this might sound rude, but you have no right to beat your own daughter like this. And if sh

It had already been a week through Ramadan, and it was always the same routine for Fadwa. School would soon close, but her work was always the same. She had now got used to having him in the kitchen and his work was always making the drink, if things were too much for her, that's when he helped her stirred some things in the oil. She always had her iftar with him, even though she was always feeling uneasy eating around him, she had now gotten used to the feeling.He hadn't gotten back from school, and she sat in his living room, reading Qur'an. His Qur'a