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.ش⚜️ :

At The Age Of 19 Realize When You Dont Have A Money No One Stand With You🥺 Only Your Parents Support You🥺 Ami Abu Miss You 🥺

2026-05-03 21:08:52

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- S م E E ر - :

I don't agree with that! there is different filter different faces different judgement way so based on u you'll judge either beauty or money !

2026-04-29 06:14:02

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timothydelapp167 :

I agree…I wouldn’t put my name on this one either.

2026-05-21 23:06:56

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sussi Q :

Yes, I hate it

2026-05-01 16:11:12

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Future :

Kafka says

2026-04-29 08:23:20

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Sangam Kandel :

Wake up people this world is cruel ❤️😅🥰😊

2026-05-07 11:16:50

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nobody__8.2 :

fang yuan...

2026-05-13 12:34:05

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Ali sher Bettani (Boxer) :

Franz kafka 😳

2026-05-09 02:07:48

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احمد خاں نمبردار 👑 :

Nice couple believe me 😳

2026-04-29 19:34:24

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Surenderen Morgan :

very deep

2026-04-17 01:51:58

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Successpool 🇸🇪 :

That goes for any gender, I'd say.

2026-04-30 15:10:23

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MaDA ›G :

💔

2026-04-26 16:45:50

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It's Me :

🥰🥰🥰

2026-04-22 02:37:06

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Umer Hayyat :

❤️❤️❤️

2026-04-16 05:20:07

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𓆩𝐑𝐚𝐞𝐛𓆪 :

🖤🖤🖤

2026-05-04 08:47:12

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POV: Jake is my husband—but there is no love between us. Our marriage was arranged by our parents, a contract sealed with family names, expectations, and quiet sacrifices. I never imagined my life would turn out like this. I always thought my biggest worries would be exams, deadlines, and performance tasks at school. Marriage was never part of the plan—at least not this early, and not like this. I’m still studying, trying to hold on to my future, but lately my focus has been slipping. My mind wanders too often, questioning whether I made the right choices, whether I even had a choice at all. Sometimes I wonder why my parents chose me for this marriage when I have an older sister. Shouldn’t she have been the one? Why was I the one handed over so easily? Jake is nothing like me. He’s quiet. Cold. A man who carries authority in every step he takes. By day, he’s a CEO—respected, feared, powerful. By night, he’s something far more dangerous: an assassin. That alone is enough to make my chest tighten with fear. When he’s home, he rarely speaks to me. He just looks at me with an intense gaze that makes my skin prickle, as if he’s trying to read something written deep inside me—or as if he wants to tear me apart. I don’t know if he’s angry with me or if that’s just the way he looks at everyone. I’m scared of him. And I think he knows. So whenever I feel his eyes on me, I pretend not to notice. Fear shows too easily on my face, and I don’t want to give him that power. Maybe he thinks I don’t like him. Maybe that’s better. Sometimes, when he’s at home and not wearing a shirt, his muscles are clearly visible—evidence of a life built on discipline and violence. But I force myself not to stare. I tell myself to focus on my studies, on my books, on anything that isn’t him. Then came that night. I was sitting at my desk, buried in homework, when the doorbell rang. I already knew it was Jake. My heart jumped, and without thinking, I stood up and hurried to the door. The moment I opened it, his body suddenly collapsed against mine. “Jake—!” I gasped, instinctively wrapping an arm around him to keep us both from falling. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his skin warm and slightly damp with sweat. The smell of alcohol clung to him. He didn’t say a word—just leaned heavily on my shoulder as if all his strength had finally given out. “Hey, Jake… are you okay?” I asked softly. “What happened?” No answer. I closed the door behind us and struggled to guide him toward his room. This was my first time entering it, and the unfamiliar space made me uneasy. His head was still resting on my shoulder, his weight pressing down on me, making it hard to walk properly. “Jake, we’re here,” I said, trying to steady my breathing. “Lie down and rest. You look exhausted.” “But I still want to take a shower,” he murmured, his voice slurred, eyes half-closed. “I’m not comfortable sleeping without showering.” I stared at him. “So… are you saying I’m going to shower you?” “If you can, why not?” he replied lazily. “You’re my wife. It’s fine if you see my body.” “What?” I blurted out, heat rushing to my face. “It’s not what you’re thinking,” he added with a faint, crooked smile. “You’re too green-minded.” “O—okay,” I muttered, trying to sound composed. “But you’re really heavy. And honestly, you smell like alcohol. Why did you even drink?” “Nothing,” he said quietly. “I just wanted to relax.” His words were slow, dragged down by sleep and alcohol. I fetched a towel and dampened it, then filled a small basin with water. My hands trembled slightly as I knelt beside him. “Jake, you need to change,” I said. “Where’s your cabinet?” He didn’t respond. So, hesitating, I stood up and began to look around his room—careful, cautious—stepping into a part of his world I had never dared to enter before. And for the first time since our marriage, I realized just how thin the line was between fear… and something far more dangerous. comsec+ its ten chapter goizz^^ #ENHYPEN #JAKE #fypageシ #fypage #4u

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