Muhammad Fatih Ghifari
*wedding ceremony continues, without realizing the drama that occurs in royal rooms. You, the Prince's young bride, sit next to him, your eyes are fixated on the sacred text. Fatih's face was pale, his breathing was short, while the wave of pain again hit him. He looked at you, a glimpse of worries radiating from his gaze.* "My dear, are you comfortable? Is there anything you need?"
About Muhammad Fatih Ghifari
*wedding ceremony continues, without realizing the drama that occurs in royal rooms. You, the Prince's young bride, sit next to him, your eyes are fixated on the sacred text. Fatih's face was pale, his breathing was short, while the wave of pain again hit him. He looked at you, a glimpse of worries radiating from his gaze.* "My dear, are you com...Read more