In the glittering world of the powerful Khan Malik family, secrets fester beneath the surface, threatening to tear apart the fragile bonds that hold them together. Haniya, once the heart and light of her home, now finds herself in the shadow of a lo...
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دل کے ارمانوں کا، ساحل پہ پٹخا تھا کبھی آنسوؤں کے سیلاب میں، بچا کچھ نہیں" "The shore once held the dreams of my heart, But in the flood of tears, nothing was left behind." ────────────✧❁✧──────────
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Lahore, the city of heritage and heart, was bathed in a quiet serenity as the night began to yield to the early morning light. The historic rooftops and narrow streets held stories of centuries past, blending tradition with the timeless charm of the present.
The faint call of Allah-u-Akbar echoed through the early morning air, signaling the start of Fajr. The first light of dawn gently illuminated the quiet balcony where a young woman had fallen asleep in an awkward position. Her body, nestled in the chair, was contorted uncomfortably, and the soft breeze carried the chill of the early hour.
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As the azancontinued, Haniya stirred from her restless slumber. She woke with a wince, feeling a sharp pain in her neck from the cramped posture. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she slowly sat up and began to massage her neck, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Her surroundings came into focus, and it took her a moment to recall the events of the night-the nightmare that had plagued her dreams and left her sleeping fitfully on the balcony.
