Wajih farman a civil servant precisely a forest officer,
tall and broad-shouldered, had an air of quiet confidence about him. His rugged looks, shaped by years of working outdoors, were matched by sharp,
observant eyes that missed little in his surroundings. With thick dark hair and a stubble that only added to his rough charm, he exuded an understated handsomeness. He was a man of action—practical and resourceful, accustomed to facing challenges head-on
When he saw the girl lying motionless on the side of the road, his instincts kicked in immediately. Her long, dark hair was spread across the pavement, and the faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air,
a stark contrast to the steel and smoke of the truck that had hit her. Her delicate features were pale, her body unmoving, and there was a moment where he wondered if she was still breathing.
Without hesitation, he lifted her carefully, cradling her in his strong arms, his heart pounding in a way that was foreign to him. The weight of her in his arms felt significant, though he couldn’t explain why. Something about her vulnerability struck a chord within him an undeniable pull that stirred his emotions in ways he didn’t fully understand.
As he rushed her to the nearest hospital, his mind raced. He had saved countless lives in his work, yet this felt different. His connection to this girl, despite her unconscious state, was something deeper than simple duty or compassion.
There was something in the way her delicate fingers brushed against his arm as he carried her, something in the way his pulse quickened each time he glanced at her face, that felt almost fateful.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that their paths were meant to cross, even if it was under such tragic circumstances. The storm inside his chest only grew stronger as they neared the hospital, his thoughts consumed by the mystery of who she was and why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Onaifa raees She was a resilient girl, molded by the harshness of a life that asked for more than she could ever give, but somehow, she always found a way to give it. Growing up with four brothers in a small, rural village, her childhood was one of absence.
Her mother was gone long before she could form memories of her, and her father, a man whose responsibilities seemed to stretch only as far as his own comfort, offered no solace or guidance. He was neglectful, distant and lost in his own world
and left her to fend for herself.
Her brothers, though close in age, were hardly supportive. They were wrapped in their own struggles, as boys often are, with no real awareness of the strain she bore. In this unforgiving environment, she found an unlikely refuge in a neighbor her teacher, a kind, nurturing woman who took her under her wing.
Fatima khala not only educated her but also became a friend, offering wisdom and support that the girl could never get from her own family. Through this mentorship, she managed to complete her studies, learning not just academics but life lessons in endurance and independence.
By the time she turned 23, the girl had matured into a quiet, strong woman one who had learned to navigate the world with little help, save for the wisdom of the teacher who had stayed by her side.
But her father, whose indifference had shaped much of her life, was ready to trade her away to a widower in the village. The deal, a transaction made in the absence of love, was nothing more than a cruel reminder of her lack of agency in a life she had fought so hard to shape on her own.
She found herself at a crossroads caught between the painful reality of her father's betrayal and the possibility of something more for herself, something beyond the village and the life that had been thrust upon her. Though the road ahead was uncertain, she had survived far worse, and with the strength she had inherited from her struggles, she knew she would find a way to carve out a life of her own one that didn’t depend on anyone else's decisions.
Fatima khala was the one who told her to run away today,she wrote a number and an address on a piece of paper gave her some money, the address was of her dear friend whom she can trust onaifa with...but naseeb
Has some other plans...
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Qissa-E-Mohabbat
Romanceone shots(short stories) 1)qulsum🌼sikander(completed) 2)sahiba🌼mirza(completed) 3)wajih🌼onaifa
