"Why are they chained?" Yumna Noor's voice was barely a whisper. The man only laughed. "So they don't run." Behind the rusted bars, a boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes met hers-dark, hollow, desperate. "Please..." he rasped. Haziq Noor's cold voice cut through the room. "Yumna. Choose one and let's go. I don't have time for pity." Her fingers tightened around the bars. She didn't know it then. Some choices don't save lives. They ruin them.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.