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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تیری مسکراہٹ کی خاطر جیتا ہوں، ہر غم کو خوشیوں میں بدلتا ہوں۔ تیری حفاظت کا وعدہ ہے میرا، تو میرے دل کی سب سے عزیز خوشبو ہے" "For your smile, I live and breathe, Turning sorrows into joys, I weave. I promise to guard you, My Dear, You are the sweetest scent I hold near." ────────────✧❁✧────────── Earlier, That Same Evening....
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The heavy oak door to Hashim Malik's study stood slightly ajar, its aged wood creaking faintly as it swayed with the air in the dimly lit corridor. A narrow shaft of golden light spilled through the crack, cutting through the shadows and illuminating the rich, intricate Persian rug that lined the floor beneath. The faint scent of leather-bound books and old parchment hung in the air, suggesting the study was filled with the remnants of generations past, carrying with it the weight of family legacy and unspoken secrets.
Armaan stood at the door, dressed impeccably in a charcoal-grey suit, his broad shoulders framed by the doorway. He watched his grandfather from a distance, his expression composed but betraying a subtle tension in the furrow of his brow.
He inhaled sharply, the scent of aged leather and polished wood from the study faintly reaching him. Steeling himself, he gently knocked on the door before stepping inside.
Hashim Malik, dressed in his own formal attire, sat behind his large mahogany desk, glasses perched on his nose as he scanned through several documents.
