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In "RAH -E- SUKOON: A TALE OF FAITH," two souls navigate the delicate balance of their worlds. Ramsha, a modest girl veiled in mystery, captures the attention of Fahad Sultan Shah, a young man grappling...
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The hall was filled with the rhythmic clinks of glasses and the murmur of intoxicated conversations. In the center, a woman spun gracefully, her movements synchronized with the beat of the instruments. The men surrounding her watched with lustful eyes, drinks in hand. As she came to a sudden stop-
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[A/N: Imagine this is the hall....]
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Ramsha entered the university with her friend, feeling the weight of every stare. Unlike the other students in their casual attire, she wore a black abaya and headscarf, her face covered with a veil, and a large shawl draped over her head.
"Tum chalo mai aati hoon," her friend said, then walked away.
~("You go ahead, I'll come,")
"Aliyah!!" she called out, but Aliyah had already disappeared.
Standing alone, nervous and clutching her books, Ramsha noticed a commotion nearby. Curiosity piqued, she approached the crowd and saw a student being beaten mercilessly. Horrified, she lowered her gaze and turned to leave. In her haste, her books slipped from her grasp. As she bent to retrieve them, a man stooped down beside her. To her dismay, it was the same guy who had been delivering the blows. She recoiled, trembling, as he picked up her books.
Their eyes met, and he was struck by the depth in her gaze. He noted her avoidance of eye contact and the gloves covering her hands. 'This much pardah! How is she even breathing?' he wondered.
He extended the books towards her. She accepted them cautiously, ensuring not to touch his hand. His brow furrowed in confusion.
"RAMSHA!" Aliyah's voice called from the university gate. Ramsha flinched and turned to see Aliyah gesturing for her to come. She clutched her books and hurried away without a second glance.
"Ramsha..." the boy whispered, watching her retreat.
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"Ghar nahi jana tumhen!" Aliyah asked.
~("You don't want to go home!")
"Jana hai," Ramsha replied politely.
~("I want to go.")
"Waise aap bohut uncha bolti hain....," Ramsha said.
~("By the way, you speak very loudly....")
"Wo choro, address do ghar ka chor aati hoon," Aliyah said.
~("Forget that, give me your home address, I'll drop you off."
~("No, no, I'll go on my own. You go, why are you taking the trouble?")
"Theak hai, but are you sure?" Aliyah asked, knowing it wasn't the first time Ramsha had avoided sharing her home address.
~("Okay, but are you sure?")
------------------- How's the prologue?! Who was that boy? Why is she hiding the address of her house? - That is because I'm going to keep the chapters short in this unlike "Arranged Hearts". But if you want long chapters then I'll consider writing them. DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT IF YOU LIKED MY WRITING STYLE... - WORDS: 500+ - Target 🎯: 8 VOTES - Make sure to VOTE for the next part. - JAZAKALLAH KHAIR FOR READING ❤️🩹 - Fi'amanillah 💗 -
