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...
Guess who's back? Yep, it's me again😁ready to dive into another rollercoaster chapter? But before we jump right in, I just want to remind you to check out the disclaimer and warning chapter at the start of the story, Yes, you heard me right. From this chapter we're officially entering the darker, twistier part of the story. We've got suspense, conspiracies, secrets, and lies - you name it! So, some of the upcoming chapters may get a bit intense and could potentially trigger certain readers. Please do read the disclaimer and proceed with caution, just to be on the safe side.🙂
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آنکھوں کی چمک چھپاتی ہے کہانی، درد دل میں سہتی ہوں، خاموش رہ کر بھی بولتی ہوں۔" "The sparkle in my eyes hides a story, I endure the pain within my heart, Silently speaking, even in silence."
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In a dimly lit, suffocating room, the air was thick with dampness and the smell of concrete. The faint beam of sunlight that crept through the tiny barred window high on the wall barely illuminated the small space, casting a shadowy gloom over a Man standing in the center.
He was tall, his posture stiff, and his back was turned to the iron door behind him. His hand moved slowly, scratching the surface of the wall with a jagged piece of stone as he carefully carved a date, marking time in a place where time seemed to stand still. His once-black hair had turned mostly gray, matching the walls that had closed around him for years.
