The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming my skin. I stirred, a heavy ache settling at the back of my head, and slowly opened my eyes. The throbbing in my temples made me wince as I took in my surroundings. The dress....the one Shanaya insisted I wear...clung to my body, wrinkled and tangled. My hair was a mess, strands sticking to my face. Slowly, I sat up, my mind clouded, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of last night.
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"Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗
"Why are you here?", he said in an ice cold voice. "Uh... Khala... I thought..." I stammered. "I mean, as husband and wife, we... should share..." He cut me off with a curt laugh. "Why would you think we're like a 'normal couple'? After everything that's happened, do you really believe we could ever live like that?" I froze at his words, confusion and hurt swirling within me. "But... you said you didn't hate me. So, can't we start fresh?" He laughed again, a bitter sound. "Aliya Emdad, are you naive, or just pretending to be? Let me make it clear-I don't hate you. In fact, I feel nothing for you. So, don't expect anything from me." And just like that, the hope I'd clung to dissolved, leaving an aching emptiness behind. "Then why did you marry me?" My voice trembled, raw with anger and sorrow. "You could have said no..." He sighed, his tone indifferent. "You were the best option at the time." Each word was a dagger he discarded carelessly–never once thinking about how deeply it would wound me. __________________________________ Aliya Emdad and Tahmeed Ahmed were best friends once. A storm tore them apart. She had fallen for his honey-brown eyes for the first time she looked at them. While he had broken their friendship–and her heart–claiming he despised her. Years passed, and fate brought them back together through an arranged marriage. She thought destiny was correcting its mistake. But what happens when she realizes... it was never fate, only his choice? This wasn’t the fairy tale she had imagined. And when the shadows of their past creep back into their lives, will they find their way to love? Or will Aliya Emdad remain forever caged in the depths of his honey-brown eyes–broken and unloved? __________________________________ Get ready to experience the saga of friendship, love, the butterfly moment of teenage days as well as heartbreak and betrayal. _____________________________________
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