Nia and Malik had once lived in a love so pure it seemed carved out of a dream. In their small village, where dusty paths curled between clay huts and children’s laughter drifted with the warm evening breeze, they were inseparable.
Malik never missed a chance to make her smile. Sometimes it was a wildflower slipped gently behind her ear, sometimes a tiny wooden charm he had carved with his own hands, each gift carrying a piece of his heart. Nia, in turn, gave him her whole soul. To her, Malik was more than a lover; he was her world. The day she discovered she was pregnant, Nia wept tears of joy against Malik’s chest. He lifted her high into the….Read Full Story Here…….
