Jazba(Passion)
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One was always shackled and burdened by her family.
Another one, belonging to the same family, was taught 'sky is the limit'
Learning how to live was a difficult task for her when she had no one in the four walls they call 'the grand Khan mansion'
He always had his parents and siblings with him, in all his highest and lowest points. Life. Different for everyone. Even cousins living in the same home. Or was it just a house?
Join in the journey of Rayyan Khan and Maha Khan, see how his 'jazba' for her had brought everyone to their knees.
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"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣
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