Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim's freedom. For just like Mahtab's namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to the sun, she was beholden to her family.
Love, Light, Family
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.
Romance, Women, Fiction
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