Hafs_writes
In Hadhmadow, where the wind hums with forgotten sorrows, Idil and Asad are bound by love too heavy for words. She is fire, restless and wild, aching for a world beyond the horizon. He is the tether, silent and steady, watching as fate carves them apart. Their love is neither fleeting nor gentle-it is carved in longing, shaped by sacrifice. When duty calls and shadows stretch long, Idil slips through the grasp of life itself, leaving only echoes in Asad's throat. Will their love rise with the moon, defying time and earth? Or has it drowned beneath the weight of fate, buried in a story only the stars remember?