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 we start let me tell you! this might just be the longest chapter of the story so far! I couldn't break it into two, but trust me, it's worth it. And... I might have a surprise for you at the end-maybe the one you've all been waiting for! Who knows? 😉
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"ہمارے عشق کی راکھ میں، امید اب بھی چمک رہی ہے۔تمہاری خاموشی، وہ الفاظ کہہ دیتی ہے جن سے میرا دل ڈرتا ہے۔" "In the ashes of our love, hope still flickers. Your silence speaks the words my heart fears." ────────────✧❁✧──────────
Later that evening...
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Armaan and Bilal were driving back to the Malik mansion, the rhythmic hum of the car's engine was the only sound between them. The orange glow of the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting fleeting shadows across the road. The air outside was crisp, signaling the onset of autumn in Pakistan, and Armaan's mind was focused on the conversation they needed to have with Hashim Malik before the formal dinner.
As Armaan drove down the road. Beside him, Bilal sat in the passenger seat, his eyes lazily scanning the surroundings through the window. The silence was comfortable, but it was broken abruptly by Bilal's sudden yell, "STOP THE CAR!"
Startled, Armaan's heart jumped as his foot slammed on the brake, the tires screeching against the asphalt. The car jerked violently, throwing both men forward in their seats. The sharp smell of burnt rubber filled the air as he turned to his friend with a sharp glare.
"Have you lost your mind?" he barked, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. His pulse raced as he stared at Bilal, who sat there with a grin plastered across his face.
"Why are you yelling like an idiot?
Bilal turned to him with a sheepish grin. "Uh, sorry about that. But hey, look over there," he explained, pointing through the windshield toward the brightly lit shop a few meters down the road. "i saw that ice cream parlor,"
