How home echoes in him
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Previously known as Querencia.
Poets, as often as they say, they said the truth. Love cannot be controlled or planned. It comes like rain on a sunny day; an unseasoned downpour. Like a gust of harsh wind on a heated day. It comes with a painful epiphany. But it comes, it surely comes. Love happens, it is we who are foolish to think that love is planned or controlled. It is we who idealized that notion. Love is simply afloat in the air, an infection that can infect anyone.
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Syra Noor Waleed Hussain. A girl who was the heart of her family, whose smile held power to make anyone smile. But one demise devastated her entire being. Stole the smile she had and stole the brightness she once was enveloped in. A blooming flower died the day she heard the news of his sudden demise.
Shahmeer Zidan Jahangir. Infuriating, powerful, and a cold businessman. His family meant everything to him and despite his cold demeanor, his heart knew how to care. He had loved only her in his entire life and have seen others fall more than once in love around him.
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"Mohabbat ki hai aapse, koi mazak nhi."
"Lekin lag toh ek mazak hi raha hai."
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"Aapko andaza bhi hai mere uper kis tarah ka toofan toota tha in 72 ghanto mein?"
"Andaza hai isi liye main yahan khara hoon."
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One incident changed both of their lives forever...
One demise changed their relationship forever.
One heart-wrenching promise broke her already broken form.
Two souls now looking for a home in each other.
Will they ever be able to find their home?
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Some of the dialogues will be in Urdu but I'll give the translations.
This story is also not edited so kindly ignore the mistakes and if you want then surely point them out and I'll try to correct them as much as I can.
✨Completed✨
TW// mention of rape.
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~ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs~ | ✓
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LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
With hearts, Destined.
COMPLETED ✔️✔️ "I don't want to argue with you, Z." Karim gritted out. "Stop calling me that, Karim." Zaira growled. "Do not refer to me by my name. You'll refer to me with my title. We aren't even friends to begin with." Zaira glared and Karim glared back with the same intensity. "Give him to me willingly and I won't send this any further, Z. I'll even give you the chance to see him. I'm being generous even for you. So just take my offer." Karim said calmly. "You've got to be crazy. Why on Earth would I give him to you? What do you even want him for?" Zaira said angrily. Karim exhaled. "I see. My lawyers will be in touch with you soon. They'll try to settle this privately with you. But if you still decide to be stubborn then we will meet in court in the coming weeks. I won't be so generous then." Karim turned away without waiting for her to speak and walked out of the house. He shuffled through the snow which got into his shoes. He hated snow. The car door to the back was already opened for him to enter. "Let's go. And get my chief attorney on the line." Karim told Ali. "Yes Sir." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before exhaling. And with the escape of breath from his lungs came a lone tear from his eye. For the first time in a while, he allowed the tear to drop. ** They knew they were paired from the very beginning but destiny didn't side with them. Pain was etched into their daily lives. Yet none would back down from what they thought was necessary. Pain was a small price to pay. Lies and secrets. Pain and sorrow. Love and Passion. Continue the journey of a not so happily ever after fairytale. Because happily ever after existed in only fairytales. And this was not a fairytale. **This can't be read as a stand-alone. You have to read With Souls, Paired first. This is the sequel to it.** Book 4 of The Secret Series Started: March 2021 Ended:Complete
"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"
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