Paak قصص

Ek aisi kahani, jahan ek aisa shakhs hai jo Allah ko nahi maanta, jo mohabbat ko mohabbat hi nahi samajhta, jo ishq ke ehsaas se anjaan hai. Aur ek woh hai, jo apne aap ko Allah ki naazuk si bachchi kehti hai, jo har qadam Allah ka naam le kar chalti hai, jo ek aisi mohabbat ka intezaar kar rahi hai, ek aise ishq e paak ka, jo sirf usi ke liye ho. To know their story, to understand their journey, and to witness a love that leads to faith- stay tuned to novel ... " Ishq-e-Paak" ek ishq jo rab tak le jaye.... by eethya ...

story about two people who fall in love in arranged marriage... 💌 --- "Zohaan... don't ignore me," I whispered, placing my hand gently on his. Without even glancing at me, he removed it softly. "Hidayat, please... don't disturb me right now." His words were like a sting. Hidayat - why did it sound so distant coming from him? "Why are you calling me that?" I asked, my voice trembling. "It hurts when you call me Hidayat..." He paused, glanced at me briefly, and shrugged. "Because that's your name." I looked down, lips pressed together. "But... I like it when you call me Hazel." For a moment, there was silence. Then he looked up from his thoughts, turned to me fully, and out of nowhere, pinched my cheeks gently. "Why are you so cute, hmm? My baby..." I frowned, cheeks flushing. "I'm not your baby." A smirk curled on his lips. "Yeah? But you'll be the mother of my babies - isn't that the same thing?" "Eww!" I squeaked, half laughing, half horrified. "You're so shameless, Zohaan!" I turned to walk away, flustered and annoyed - but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I could blink, he pulled me onto his lap with a sudden tug that stole my breath. "Zohaan!" I gasped, eyes wide. And then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine - warm, possessive, unforgettable. When he finally pulled back, his breath brushing against my skin, he whispered in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine: "You taste like mine... only mine."