Assalamu Alaikum.Now, again I am @Imran-420 here. Now I discuss two real love story. So lets go-

I'm the wife of Hashmat, this is my identity:

Hashmat, in 1995, half part of the face of the tiger was furiously destroyed. The appearance was so terrible that no one feared him. The girl got married. After marrying such a horrible face, what was the feeling of the girl in her language ."At the beginning of our married life, I could not accept that my husband has half the face, I told him to stay away from me on the first night of marriage, he would have respected my decision and stayed away from me, because I was afraid of him.

He continued to express his love towards him. He had not eaten dinner without me even during this year. His love, respect , Ubhuti changed. I can see how beautiful from the heart. I love this man half face. "Asking the name of the woman of this beautiful mind, she refused to be named. I laughed with a laughing smile and said, "I'm the only one, I'm the wife of Hashmat." Such deep love stories always remain unreliable.

Today's generation understands love as romanticism, Laily - Majnun's story, Emperor Shahjahan's Taj Mahal or Titanic bamboo love love. But there is a lot of love in this vast world beyond the heart of the love of hearts and how much we know how much we know. Love is not a beautiful appearance. Is with the beautiful mind!

Saleha Begum - with Pramit Chowdhury,

I was thirteen when we got married. I had never seen him before our marriage. When we first met, we were sitting like strangers who had no idea what we could actually talk about.

We hadn't spoken a word even on our wedding day. I had never thought the man sitting beside me would slowly become the most important reason behind my life. There were days when my in - laws pushed him; asking him to remarry as I could not conceive after five years of our marriage. One day out of frustration, I packed all my belongings and wanted to silently go away from his life. That day, he cried to me, begged me not to leave him. That was the first day of my life when I first realized how lucky I am. It's been sixty years that we have been with each other. We have always been just by ourselves.

There are days when he cannot manage to bring anything from the bazaar; poverty has always been a part of our life. Both of us often fall ill. We are watching each other grow old and slowly moving towards death. But we never felt alone, never felt our life is incomplete and in need of a child. During the incomplete and in need of a child. During the rainy season, he goes fishing and I wait for him to come back. Sometimes, he tells me how much he is afraid of leaving me alone while he has to go fishing at night.

Even today, we have no food in our home. And I have no idea when he can bring something for us. But right now, we are enjoying this winter sun, talking with each other about our old days. We know well, very soon one or both of us will die, and there will be no one to cry for us.

Nothing to say about their love story. Really appreciate them. I think it’s real love. We should learn from them. May Allah bless them.

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