Bold but Innocent
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Last published Mon, Jun 21, 2021
"Don't you dare to come near me!" She boldly stood infront of him.
"What if I do?" He seethed and took small steps towards her. Seeing him coming towards, her fears captured her and she took steps backward till her back touched the wall.
Caging her between the wall and his arms, he looked in her eyes with anger.
"A-mmar don't." She pushed him hard. He stumbled back. But as she took a step to run he hold her waist tightly and then pinned her arms against the wall.
Her breaths got ragged and both of their hearts were stammering against their ribcage.
"You need a punishment." He whispered near her ear making her shiver at their proximity.
In the mingling of their breaths as he came near her, he saw a tear escaping from her eye and her breaths becoming heavy and hold becoming tight on his shirt and suddenly she fainted in his arms.
In his whole life it was the first time he saw fear in her eyes and after knowing the reason he regretted his actions.
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Izzah Khan, a bold and outspoken girl who had never listened to other people and their opinions never mattered to her. But then her secrets came out which she never wanted anyone to know.
Ammar Javed, a hardworking and calm person who was the CEO of Javed's construction company.It's hard to make him angry. But he was the most possessive person about his loved ones. And no one dared to mess with him because if you get at his bad side then no one can stop your destruction.
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Get ready to know Izzah's secrets and boldness and also Ammar's calmness!
Can childhood hatred be transferred into love?
Can Ammar change Izzah's disrespectful behaviour towards him?
Can he handle her fears and hold her hand forever?
To know their journey of hate and love, join me!
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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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