TheBleedingPen55
Dayār-e-Mallikah - Mallikah's realm.
Some stories aren't loud. They form, grow and cherish in silent presence, quiet embraces and soft moments of togetherness. Faris and Mallikah were miles apart. Cousins, but it had been years since they met.
Mallikah carries the maturity of being the support of her shattering family for too long, craving silently for a place she can call home and rest.
Faris is a man of calmness and depth like the ocean. Prospering with hardwork and spiritual peace, he considers marriage a sacred bond of souls. He wishes to love his wife to the fullest, protect her and live under the shade of her warmth.
What happens when they're tied in an arranged marriage none of them see coming?
Will their love bloom with no tests and trials? Or will fate test their bond?
Will Mallikah, the one who had seen broken marriages, ever trust a stranger with her heart?
Will Faris ever become Dayār-e-Mallikah?
Join me as we navigate with them through a beautiful journey of healing, self discovery, halal romance and family chaos
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"Mohabbat... kya hai aapki nazar me?" She asked, tracing the tip of her fingers along the veins of his forearm.
[In your sight... what is love?]
He smiled down at her, his breath catching at the sight of his wife. Her hair and face reflected the moonlight, looking as radiant as the moon itself and beyond.
Planting a kiss to the crown of her head, he whispered, "Aap."
[You.]
She chuckled, facepalming before looking up at him. "Ek shaqs nahi, generally kya samajhte hai aap us bare me?"
[Not a person, what do you generally think of it?]
"Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aata, begum. Mohabbat sunu toh aapke siwa koi lafz ya khayal nahi hai mere pas." He declared.
[I don't think anything, wife. When I hear the word love, there's no thought or word other than you that comes to my mind.]
Her eyes welled up instantly. And he held her as she cried. He always did.