Nurturing Scars
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  • Reads 9,007
  • Votes 505
  • Parts 4
  • Time 41m
Ongoing, First published Dec 15, 2021
Some scars are deep, hidden, buried. so much so that even we ourselves fail to realise when they have etched them to our souls. 

Aylan Samad Baig was one such soul. previously called Aylan Armaan Waali, he had his scars gifted from his father, the demon impersonified. even after that demon's death, he managed to leave his trails behind. within his son. 

Mahnoor Shehnaaz Ali and she nurtured her own scars. a weird inkling of protecting herself.. from heartbreak and demons like Armaan Waali who had scarred her mother to the point that she had craved death. now married to the demon's son, would she be able to protect herself or be destroyed in the process.. 

Welcome to the journey of Aylan and Mahnoor.. a journey of fears and phobias and dealing with them. from failing in relationship to find a way for themselves and falling in love.

Some scars are nurtured even without being realised until they render us dead from inside.
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