Historias de Nikâh

"Miyan-e Do Dil" - Between the two hearts. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, Raziya finds herself under the care of her maternal uncle, Jamshed. In a bid to secure her future, Jamshed makes a life-altering decision: Raziya will marry his son, Burhaan. Obedient to his father's wishes, Burhaan agrees, but on their wedding night, his harsh words shatter her hopes for a new beginning. "You're not my ideal girl, and I won't accept this relationship. Don't expect anything from me," he declares in anger, unaware of the walls his words would build between them.

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

​"Maine tumhein baahar jaane ki ijaazat nahi di, Reem," he murmured, his voice a low, rhythmic growl as he stepped into the light. "Is ghar mein, meri har baat qanoon hai." She scoffed, a chilling sneer against the cold air. "Aapne koi qaidi nahi khareedi, Mr. Mallik." Her chin lifted, defiance dripping when she hissed, "ek aaina khareeda hai. Aur jab bhi aap mujhe dekhoge, aapko apna aap nazar aayega." She pulled back, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips as she saw the muscles in his jaw tighten. He was the one breathing heavily now, not her. ​"Ek kaam karo, darwaaze band kar do. Pehre bitha do," she challenged, her voice dropping to a breathy, aching crawl. "Magar yaad rakhna... Sher tab tak badshah hota hai jab tak woh kisi kaante ko kamtar samajh kar masalne ki koshish nahi karta. Batao... Dard ho raha hai, Asad?" . . . ＩＮＴＲＯ In the ivory towers of the elite, names are currency and blood is the only way to settle a debt. 𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐈 was never meant to be a bride, she was meant to be a peace treaty. When her father's empire crumbles, she is handed over to the one man who has spent a lifetime waiting to dismantle the Kazi legacy: 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐊. In a marriage of cold steel and silent rooms, the girl the world knows as "the collateral" becomes the only obsession of a man who doesn't believe in love. . . . Six months. One treaty of peace-only solution for The Kazis, and the only badge of victory for The Malliks. They were signed into a marriage on paper, strangers under roof. But love, or fate, doesn't wait for people's approval or shadows of your own family. . . . "Qeemat toh maine apni rooh ki lagayi thi, Vardah," he murmured, his voice dropping to a broken drawl. "Logon ko lagta hai tum meri qaid mein ho... magar sach toh yeh hai ke main tumhara qaidi hoon. Main har pal tumhari ek nazar ke liye tarasta hun."

Terkadang tempat pulang bukan lah sebuah bangunan, melainkan sebuah pelukan hangat dari orang yang menerima kekuranganmu. Berawal dari pertemuan yang tidak disengaja pada sebuah caffe terpencil di Jakarta. Tidak ada yang istimewa dengan kejadian singkat itu, namun hanya dengan sekian detik waktu itu tersebut sebuah takdir terukir dan mulai berputar bagaikan roda waktu yang sudah lama usang terhenti bernafas kembali. Windy hanya seorang mahasiswa yang selalu merasa ada yang hampa dalam dirinya, sedangkan Rendy seorang pengusaha muda yang entah kenapa merasa ada yang hampa juga didalam dirinya. Hingga sebuah moment itu datang disebuah caffe kecil di Jakarta. hanya dengan Ice latte kehampaan yang lama ada itu mulai menghilang note : 1. Slow up date 2. MAaf banyak typo soalnya tangan sama otak autor nggak singkron ( tapi semaksimal mungkin dibenerin kok )

Dayār-e-Mallikah - Mallikah's realm. Faris X Mallikah 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. What happens when they're tied in an arranged marriage none of them see coming? Will Mallikah, the one who had seen broken marriages, ever trust a stranger with her heart? Will Faris ever become Dayār-e-Mallikah? . "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. ⋆｡˚ ✦ ━ ❀ ━ ✦ ˚｡⋆ Ehaan X Laylah "We probably weren't meant to be," she whispered, wiping a tear off his cheek. He tilted his face, hoping to catch a breath more of her scent as he whispered, "We are, let me try. Please." She took a step back, shattering his heart with every inch of distance. "I hope you find true love, Ehaan." "Laylah," that was all he whispered before his body collapsed to the ground, vision going black. . A love story, meant to be or not? He waited for her, both of them unaware of a childhood throttle that sealed her fate long ago. Will Ehaan ever find love again? Or will Laylah return to him?

She is Stubborn He is Stubborn for her She is Selfish He is Loyal She Rejected him He never gives up Both are married since the age of 10 But life has something new for them She loves adventure He loves her What will happen when the limits of rejection will be crossed. The Destiny will pull them apart. Will they ever be able to be together? This is not the game of Chess. This is the Game of Life.....