Ya Amar (My Moon)

Ya Amar (My Moon)

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It took a wrong turn to align their paths. They met at a time when both were lost souls, navigating through loss and the storms of life. At first, it was silence and long stares. Then the sceptical meetings blossomed into an orbit of comfort that uncovered the similarities of their souls in the bleak room of a psychiatric hospital. What began as hush tunes in their hearts boomed into a fierce crescendo. Noorie was a woman of fire, spontaneous and outgoing which rivalled Amir's quiet, organised and shy nature. Yet, their differences were a factor in the whole circumstances that bonded theirs hearts, souls and lives. They decided to take the leap into a life together. Marriage. It took her away from home, across the continent to the city of London where a new life awaits her. Her optimism was great. She was ready to learn the new way of life and fit in. But her new family found ways to tell her she was not fair enough to be part of them nor would they give her a chance to fit in. Little did she know that should be the least of her problems. There were a lot the man, her husband, with honey-wheat eyes that captivates her, whose sincerity melts her heart, and attitude races it had hidden from her. So much that brought fears, insecurities and secrets neither her nor her husband were ready for.
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Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.

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