Salt Air Whispers

She had known no grief stronger than losing oneself. She knew what it can do, to what length it can drive someone. She had driven it all. She had driven it until there was nothing more left to lose.
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Pashmina, a twenty-four-year-old woman with brunette hair, now living in Abbottabad after the tragic death of her parents. She had known life as bleak and had lost all hope of ever finding anything good or happy enough to make her forget her sadness. To her, the existence of herself felt irrelevant. She is a writer and a painter. Although she hadn't touched paints in a long time.

Mir Zalaan Ashraf Malik was a man many found themselves falling for. His looks, his wealth, and his respect were enough for many to readily give their daughters to him. Despite having it all, he longed for someone who would love him for who he is. Not the money attached to him. Someone who would accept the responsibility his brother left on his shoulders.
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"Do we ever truly become happy? Or are we always the passerby of happiness?"

"We do and then we don't. Happiness is fleeting just like everything else".
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Would they be able to find their saving grace, their hope?
Would their miseries finally cease?
Or is it hard for life to see them happy?
Read to know more about it.

A story of finding good when all hope is gone.
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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.