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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
My name is Zahan Ahmad and I’m a lawyer. Like everybody has a first love, so did I. I loved her so much. People say life is never perfect, but mine was. It was indeed perfect until the day a cold shiver ran up my spine when I saw her dead. She was no longer alive; she had left. Not only my life but also the world. She was murdered, forever gone. She was a victim without a culprit. And all she left behind was her deceased body blotched with her own blood, the floor flooded with cold, thick blood and red-stained walls.
YES! I am valiant enough to tell you my story. But are you to hear?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
My name is Zahan Ahmad and I’m a lawyer. Like everybody has a first love, so did I. I loved her so much. People say life is never perfect, but mine was. It was indeed perfect until the day a cold shiver ran up my spine when I saw her dead. She was no longer alive; she had left. Not only my life but also the world. She was murdered, forever gone. She was a victim without a culprit. And all she left behind was her deceased body blotched with her own blood, the floor flooded with cold, thick blood and red-stained walls.
YES! I am valiant enough to tell you my story. But are you to hear?