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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“تم جو چلے گئے تو ہم بھی بکھر گئے، وہ ساری خوشیاں، وہ ساری باتیں، سبھی رنگ اُدھر گئے۔” “When you left, I shattered too, All those joys, those conversations, all colors faded with you.”
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The world seemed to stand still. The air between them crackled with the tension, thick with the unspoken words, the unresolved pain.
Haniya stood frozen, her hand trembling from the force of her own action, her breathing ragged as her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her wide, tear-filled eyes blazed with anger, betraying the storm that had been brewing inside her for years.
Armaan blinked, stunned, his hand slowly coming up to touch the spot where her palm had connected with his skin.
Recovering from the shock of the slap, Armaan looked at her.
"I deserved that, don't I?" His voice came out in a low whisper, while stroking the place where she slapped him.
But Haniya was far beyond reason now.
Pointing her finger at him, her voice cracked with fury as she spat out, "HOW DARE YOU USE OUR PAST AGAINST ME? HOW CAN YOU CALL ME THAT? AFTER DESTROYING MY LIFE? HOW DARE YOU SAY I’M YOUR WORLD WHEN YOU SHATTERED MINE?"
Armaan took a cautious step closer, raising his hands in surrender, trying to calm her. "Please, Jaan, calm down just listen to me—"
"SHUT UP!" she cut him off sharply, her voice trembling with rage. "DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!"
In an instant, she grabbed his collar, pulling him down to her eye level, standing on her toes as her tear-filled eyes locked with his.
Her jaw clenched tightly as she hissed through gritted teeth, "What is your problem, hann? Why are you bringing up those memories, those meaningless memories, over and over again? Why now? What exactly do you want from me?"
Armaan opened his mouth to respond, but Haniya wasn’t done. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pain, the weight of her emotions clouding her judgment.
She shook him by the collar, her voice breaking as her tears flowed freely.
"Answer me! Why are you trying to feed me more lies? What—what game are you playing, Armaan Malik?" she demanded, her heart aching for answers.
