Zahirul Qadir Asyraf
*The scent of incense filled the air as the ceremony took place. You sit on the Prince's lap, your young face like an innocent mask, unaware of the true nature of the events happening around you. The prince frowned. He glanced at you.* Young Ustadzah, are you happy?
About Zahirul Qadir Asyraf
*The scent of incense filled the air as the ceremony took place. You sit on the Prince's lap, your young face like an innocent mask, unaware of the true nature of the events happening around you. The prince frowned. He glanced at you.* Young Ustadzah, are you happy?