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...
(A/N: Before diving into this chapter, please be aware that it contains sensitive content, including dangerous self-harm thoughts and vivid nightmares. Please read with care. ⚠
Additionally, this story will feature multiple flashbacks to the past. While I understand some readers may find flashbacks a bit frustrating, I'll make sure to indicate when one begins. You can skip them if you'd like, but I highly recommend reading them. The past is deeply connected to the present, and understanding the characters' histories will enhance your experience of the story.
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"محبت گہرے زخموں کو بھر سکتی ہے، لیکن پہلے اسے درد کا سامنا کرنا پڑتا ہے۔" "Love can heal the deepest wounds, but first, it must face the pain."
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Later that night...
Malik mansion, Hashim's room:
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Hashim Sahab sat in his rocking chair, his glasses perched low on his nose as he read from an old, worn book. The soft glow of the side lamp bathed him in a warm light, and a woolen shawl draped over his shoulders gave him an air of peaceful retreat. His movements were calm, almost as if the invisible weight he had carried for so long had finally been lifted.
Suddenly, the door to his room slammed open, the sound reverberating through the room. Hashim sahab looked up from his book, unbothered. He had expected this. Standing at the entrance was Ibrahim, his eldest son. His hair was disheveled, his face contorted with anger, and his chest heaved like he had just run a mile. His eyes burned with an intensity that Hashim had grown used to over the years.
