. . (Juz'un Min Roohi )جزءٌ من روحي They were two Muslims in love- But their families were enemies. Yahya speaks in silence. Ruhyna carries fire in her prayers. In a world that says they can't, they whisper du'as asking why not? A story of love written in sujood, torn by blood, and healed by faith. "Ya Allah, if it's written, bring us together without sin." . .

Some people are born quiet. Not soft. Not broken. Just… quiet. He was never cruel — only calculated. Never heartless — only precise. Emotions were variables. Attachments were risks. And love? An unnecessary complication. Until she arrived. She wasn’t sent to save him. She wasn’t foolish enough to try. But something about the way she spoke — steady, unafraid — disrupted the careful symmetry of his world. What begins as observation turns into intrigue. Intrigue turns into obsession. And somewhere between logic and illusion, reality begins to fracture. Because when shadows stretch long enough, they don’t just hide secrets. They create them. And some eclipses don’t block the light — they reveal who was never meant to stand in it.

. . . . . Threaded in Qismat Hira Malik is fire-reckless, passionate, and unwilling to bow to the world's expectations. Zaviyaar Shah is calm water-controlled, unreadable, and feared for the silence he wields better than words. When their paths cross, it isn't fate's kindness but its sharp cruelty that ties them together. What starts as a reluctant encounter becomes an intricate dance of pride, unspoken emotions, and a connection neither can escape. Between ambition and vulnerability, between defiance and restraint, they must face the question: is destiny a cage meant to suffocate them, or a thread binding two hearts in ways they never imagined? A story of simmering tension, stolen glances, and the quiet war between love and pride. . .