Golden | Zayn Malik
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20-year-old Anaa's life takes an unexpected turn when her father's passing leaves her under the roof of the cold-hearted and distant Azfar Ali Khan. Brought together by fate, their contrasting personalities clash, setting off a journey where opposing forces meet. Azfar, driven by ego, a controlling nature, and a hardened view on love, stands in contrast to Anaa-a spirited orphan with unwavering determination and a strong belief in equality. Will their differences attract or push them apart? Can Anaa penetrate Azfar's protective barrier and challenge his harsh beliefs? Or will Azfar's relentless harshness change Anaa forever? Explore the unexpected twists and turns that fate has in store for them in this captivating story of love and transformation. Disclaimer: This is going to be a slow burn ____________________________________________________ "Just because I live under your roof, you think that gives you the right to say anything you want to me?" I shot back, my anger boiling over. How could he be so disrespectful? So unwilling to listen? He wasn't even trying to understand-he was just making assumptions. "Well, you're free to leave and live under any other roof you choose," he replied, shrugging as if it meant nothing to him. He gestured towards the door, his hand sweeping out in a cold, dismissive motion. "You'd be doing me a favor." "Yes, I will! I'm not going to stay here anyway!" I nearly yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of the emotions I had been struggling to contain. "Please do. My house isn't an orphanage," he snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. I froze, the words slicing through me like a knife. It was as if everything inside me stopped-the words I wanted to say, the thoughts I needed to think, they all vanished, leaving only a painful, hollow echo. His words kept repeating in my head, over and over, as I stared at him in disbelief. Tears that I had been holding back for so long finally broke free, streaming down my face.
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Two Eyes And A Heartbeat

18 parts Ongoing

20-year-old Anaa's life takes an unexpected turn when her father's passing leaves her under the roof of the cold-hearted and distant Azfar Ali Khan. Brought together by fate, their contrasting personalities clash, setting off a journey where opposing forces meet. Azfar, driven by ego, a controlling nature, and a hardened view on love, stands in contrast to Anaa-a spirited orphan with unwavering determination and a strong belief in equality. Will their differences attract or push them apart? Can Anaa penetrate Azfar's protective barrier and challenge his harsh beliefs? Or will Azfar's relentless harshness change Anaa forever? Explore the unexpected twists and turns that fate has in store for them in this captivating story of love and transformation. Disclaimer: This is going to be a slow burn ____________________________________________________ "Just because I live under your roof, you think that gives you the right to say anything you want to me?" I shot back, my anger boiling over. How could he be so disrespectful? So unwilling to listen? He wasn't even trying to understand-he was just making assumptions. "Well, you're free to leave and live under any other roof you choose," he replied, shrugging as if it meant nothing to him. He gestured towards the door, his hand sweeping out in a cold, dismissive motion. "You'd be doing me a favor." "Yes, I will! I'm not going to stay here anyway!" I nearly yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of the emotions I had been struggling to contain. "Please do. My house isn't an orphanage," he snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. I froze, the words slicing through me like a knife. It was as if everything inside me stopped-the words I wanted to say, the thoughts I needed to think, they all vanished, leaving only a painful, hollow echo. His words kept repeating in my head, over and over, as I stared at him in disbelief. Tears that I had been holding back for so long finally broke free, streaming down my face.