𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 عشق - 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?
In the glittering world of the powerful Khan Malik family, secrets fester bene...
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چاند گواہ ہے ان زخموں کا، جو کسی اور کو نظر نہیں آتے۔ وہ آنسو جو رات کی تنہائی میں گرتے ہیں، ان کا راز صرف وہی جانتا ہے۔"
"The moon bears witness to the wounds unseen by others. The tears that fall in the solitude of the night, only it knows their secret." _______________________________________
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The air was heavy with the remnants of the morning's tension as Haniya stepped out of the Malik mansion. Her breath was shaky, but she forced herself to steady it as she walked down the stone steps leading to the driveway. The scathing words from Raina and Razia still echoed in her mind, their venomous tones like a persistent thorn in her side. But she pushed the hurt down, burying it deep within the recesses of her heart, as she always did.
Just as she reached the gate, her phone buzzed in her hand. The screen flashed the name of the hospital. Instinctively, her posture straightened, and she answered the call. The voice on the other end was urgent, explaining that there was an emergency, a critical patient who needed immediate attention.
"I'll be there as soon as possible," she replied, her voice calm and composed despite the turmoil she felt inside. Hanging up, she looked up at the row of sleek cars parked in the driveway, each one a symbol of the Malik family's wealth and status. They were hers to use if she wanted-Hashim Sahab had made that clear. But to Haniya, they were just another reminder of Him, the man who had abandoned her.
What use were luxury cars and a grand mansion when the person who should have been by her side had chosen to leave? The thought was bitter, but it fueled her resolve. She refused to rely on the Malik family's wealth. She had never felt like she belonged there, despite their constant reassurances.
Recalling her father's last words-uttered with his final breaths as he lay dying in the hospital bed, his body ravaged by fire-brought a sharp pain to her chest. "meri guriya ka khayal rakhna, Bhabhi" he had whispered, his voice weak and trembling. Those words were the only reason she remained under the Malik roof, tied to the family through a bond forged out of obligation rather than love.
