AnonymouslyMehram
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~ A story as a Poetry itself ~
MURAAD SIDDIQUI
"He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him."
Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya.
While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted.
By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre.
But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced.
Unholy.
Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them?
He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable.
Not because he can't confess.
But because what he feels could undo her entire world.
SIYA RAGHUVANSHI
"She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much."
All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness.
But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour.
Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep.
She doesn't know what binds them.
She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions.
Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment.
All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore...
And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most.
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One haveli.
Two families tied by silence.
Seven sacred stages of love.
And a birth from shadows.
Love is a blessing.
But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape.
This isn't a story.
It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood.
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