I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

1st in spiritual on 14th August, 2018 1st in Pakistani on 6th August 2018 3rd in Pakistani on 9th July 2018 2nd in spiritual on 13th September Jannat, a barely eighteen, timid girl living with her parents. They are not her biological parents though. They are her Taya and Tayi. But since her parents died when she was barely two years of age, they had accepted her whole heartedly and she, them. What happens when Ibraheem, an intimidating businessman, a defined rake , also her Taya and Tayi's eldest child starts looking at her differently. Ibraheem has some plans for her and they are not, by any means, innocent. //////// Haram police is going to die. It'll be cute and romantic too (like everything else going through my head)

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