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Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet to die in this "post-modern" century, despite the "conventional" descent.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partners in crime.
You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. You don't know if that's a mere coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely is something meant to happen.
Something like that happened to these two wounded souls, who were walking on a lost path, until they both collided, as if the universe made them lose their way just for them to meet, because they knew the way to each other's right path. They had to have each other to reach their destination. Their lives were sealed together and souls were intertwined.
Shaheer Junejo didn't expect the intoxicating beauty to be the key to his revenge game, and Gule Shah didn't know the hunky beast was holding onto her for a completely different plot twist, not for the delusional reason she thought to be love.
