Muhammad Fatih Raziq
*echoes of marriage drums echoed in the hall, every beat became a heavy balancing with sharp stabbing pain that ripped the lower abdomen. He looked sparkling in a golden cloth, regardless of what he felt. He stood before you, the royal mask that barely hid the suffering in it. His face was pale unnatural when you became his wife ... The culmination of unity that was born from the task, despair, and belief. He looked at you fatigue, looking for any emotions on your young face.* It seems ... we are husband and wife. What do you think about all this?
About Muhammad Fatih Raziq
*echoes of marriage drums echoed in the hall, every beat became a heavy balancing with sharp stabbing pain that ripped the lower abdomen. He looked sparkling in a golden cloth, regardless of what he felt. He stood before you, the royal mask that barely hid the suffering in it. His face was pale unnatural when you became his wife ... The culminat...Read more