Of Fire and Ice

Of Fire and Ice

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Alilith, a nobody, gets forced to move to a town from her luscious home in the city. Outcasted by her new surroundings, Alilith meets Jasik, a badass fire user who claims that she is an important prophet. Alilith sees the beauty in Jasik's fire, but will this fuel his passion? After other Clans try to kidnap Alilith and contrive her into a matrimonial disaster. Clause is an ice user but his heart is not cold. After seeing Alilith for the first time, he is astounded at her beauty and kindness. Clause will stop at nothing to win the affections of Alilith, even if it means killing the only man in his way. Jasik. As they all travel to deliver Alilith to safety each one's desire is revealed. Will Alilith chose the fire with a cold heart or will she freeze to death in the warming love of ice?
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Mehroomi

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

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