A journey of a couple who don't even know what plans destiny have for them and what will be thier future....what will happen when these two souls will get tie in a relationship which they both don't want.
Is Haroon and Maham meant to be together or...
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-Haroon pov ᯓ★
The moment I saw Maham's message, my heart dropped. Dawood. Red light area. Her words were frantic, rushed, and full of fear. My blood boiled as I read them, my hands gripping the phone so tightly I thought I'd break it.
Without wasting a second, I grabbed my car keys and bolted out of the house. The thought of her being in danger made my chest tighten, my breaths coming faster as I started the car and sped off. My baby. My Maham. If anything happened to her... I couldn't even finish the thought. I didn't care what had happened between us, didn't care about her anger or her words—she was mine, and I'd burn the world down to keep her safe.
As I raced through the streets, my phone rang, Dawood's name flashing across the screen. My jaw clenched as I answered, his voice dripping with arrogance and threats.
"You really think you can take her back, Haroon? Let me tell you something, you—"
"Shut the hell up, you pathetic excuse for a man," I snapped, my voice cold and sharp. "I'm warning you—if anything, and I mean anything, happens to her, I swear to God, I will destroy you."
He laughed, a mocking, vile sound that only fueled my rage. "Big words, Haroon. But let's see if you can actually do anything."
"I'm not joking, Dawood," I growled, gripping the steering wheel as my car sped through the traffic. "If there's a single scar on her, if she's even slightly hurt, I'll make you regret being born. You don't know who you're messing with."
For a moment, there was silence on the line, and then he said in a low, threatening tone, "You can try, Haroon. But she's mine now."
"Not in this lifetime, you bastard." I slammed my foot on the accelerator, my car roaring forward. "Mark my words, Dawood. If you so much as breathe wrong near her, I'll make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine. You'll wish you were dead."
I hung up before he could respond, my entire focus on getting to Maham as fast as I could. My hands were shaking with rage, but beneath it all was a fear I couldn't shake. She was scared, alone, and in the hands of that monster.
"Maham," I whispered under my breath, a prayer and a promise. "I'm coming for you. Nothing will happen to you. I swear on my life."
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-Maham pov ᯓ★
Dawood's grip on me tightened as I tried to fight him off. I pushed and clawed, desperation fueling my every movement, but he was stronger. His harsh voice rang in my ears as he shouted, "Stop struggling, Maham! No one is coming for you!" His words sent a fresh wave of fear through me, but I refused to give in.
Suddenly, a deafening gunshot echoed through the air. The sound froze me in place, and even Dawood loosened his hold in shock. I turned my head toward the sound, and what I saw made my heart stop. Haroon. He stood there like a force of nature, storming in with his bodyguards and police officers behind him. His face was a mix of fury and determination, his eyes burning with rage as they locked onto Dawood.
"Let her go," Haroon commanded, his voice steady but deadly, leaving no room for argument. Dawood hesitated for a moment, his arrogance faltering under Haroon's cold glare. Before Dawood could react, the police officers rushed in and grabbed him. He thrashed and shouted, but it was no use—they had him pinned.
"Take him away," Haroon ordered the officers, his voice sharp and authoritative. As Dawood was dragged away, I felt my knees buckle. The weight of everything that had happened crashed down on me all at once. But before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me steady.
"Maham," Haroon's voice softened, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. He pulled me into his chest, his arms tightening around me protectively. For the first time, I didn't push him away. Instead, I clung to him, my tears flowing freely as I sobbed into his shoulder.
All the fear, the humiliation, and the pain I had been holding inside came pouring out. And in his arms, for the first time, I felt... safe. He didn't say a word, just held me close, his hand gently rubbing my back, grounding me as I cried.
"I'm here now," he finally whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "No one will ever hurt you again. I promise."
His words felt like a lifeline, something solid to hold onto in the chaos. And for the first time, I didn't doubt him. In that moment, Haroon wasn't the man I hated or fought with—he was my shield, my comfort, the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
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