𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 عشق - 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?
In the glittering world of the powerful Khan Malik family, secrets fester bene...
A/N: Before we dive in, here's a quick note: this chapter and the next are focused on revealing Armaan's true intentions and feelings. Many of you wondered-does he genuinely love Haniya, or is it just guilt? These chapters will answer that question for you.
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یادوں کا یہ سلسلہ کبھی ختم نہیں ہوتا، جب دل ٹوٹتا ہے تو خاموشی سے بات کرتا ہے۔" "Memories stay, they never part, silence speaks when breaks a heart." ────────────✧❁✧──────────
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Haniya's breath was still heavy, her pulse racing in her ears after the initial shock of Armaan's touch. She had been caught off guard, unprepared for the sensation of his grip on her wrist-familiar, yet foreign after all these years.
The soft hum of the night filled the air, the gentle breeze carrying with it the scent of jasmine from the garden below. The sky stretched out above them, a deep indigo canvas speckled with stars, though the warmth of the evening did nothing to cool the tension that simmered on the balcony.
But after the initial shock Haniya's body instinctively recoiled, and she quickly regained her composure, trying to pull her hand from his hold.
She wriggled her hand, twisting her wrist, but his grip only tightened slightly, refusing to let her go.
Haniya wriggled her wrist again, frustration bubbling up inside her, the soft jingle of her jhumka the only sound in the quiet night as she struggled against his grip. Armaan remained still, his eyes finally drifting toward her.
His gaze softened as he took in her side profile-her back turned to him, her face hidden beneath a cascade of dark, silky hair. Yet, the silver jhumka peeked through, twinkling in the moonlight that fell softly on her face. She looked ethereal, almost angelic, as her hair swayed gently in the breeze.
