After Suhana's exit, Saifa and Rahila stayed like that on the floor for a while, the soft hum of the city outside their penthouse windows blending into the background, the plate of untouched fruits on the table now forgotten.
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"Aap mujhe avoid kar rahi hain?" His voice was calm, but the question felt more like a statement. Her throat tightened, her voice stuck. She could only shake her head in denial. (Are you avoiding me?) "Nahi?" he repeated, slightly raising an eyebrow, as if daring her to lie. (No?) "Aisi... aisi koi baat nahi hai," she stammered, quickly ducking her head down as he loosened his grip on her chin. (It's...It's nothing like that) ------ Aisha grew up finding solace in her faith, which shaped her values and dreams of building a loving, faith-filled home. Since high school, she’d harbored a soft spot for Omar, a family friend whose ambition and drive set him on a different path. While Omar respected his parents' beliefs, his focus was on building a successful business, and over time, he distanced himself from religion, feeling isolated even within his close-knit family. When their families proposed marriage, Omar agreed out of respect, viewing it as a formality rather than a heartfelt commitment. A year into their marriage, Aisha found herself yearning for a connection that Omar, still focused on his ambitions, seemed unable to give. Yet, hints of change began to emerge, offering hope for a journey that might bring them closer, rooted in love and faith.
He never meant to marry her. She never asked to be saved. Bound by an accident, trapped by silence, Maira and Hadi now share a nikahnama... but not a heart. In a house where one wife holds his past and the other bears his guilt, love is the only thing missing. Can anything real grow from responsibility, or is this story destined to end where it began? A story of quiet heartbreak, complex choices, and the kind of love that doesn't come easy.
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