Hampa

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Hampa
Sudah lama sekali aku tidak merasakan kebahagiaan , saat ini semua terasa hampa. Aku tidak bisa mengingat kapan terakhir kalinya aku tertawa lepas.All Rights Reserved

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A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

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Monsters are real. I met one, when I was 11 years old. I became one, years later. I am manipulative, controlling, and calculating. My mind is filled with noise and my heart with hatred. I didn't expect her, though. I fell for her fast and hard, but I didn't deserve her. She was light and I was darkness. I am Amaan and this is a story of how my toxicity broke her - my best friend, my soul mate, my wife. PS: This fanfiction is inspired by the drama Yeh Dil Mera, written by Farhat Ishtiaq. This is just my view of the story that she wove and the characters she magically created.

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Hi lovelies! I am thinking of starting a new ff since I have nothing better to do these quarantine days. Storyline: Follows shows characters and storyline up until the night where Asad gives Zoya an employment letter.

story padh kar jaane par haan it will be closer to actual show not to any drama show, full on comedy, action, romance and emotion packed. Maine drama show ka zikr issliye kiya cause kayi log only romance aur shaadi vyah yaa family drama likhte hain maddam sir FF ke naam par just like drama shows don't be offended.

Guys I just love this drama , I m crazy about this drama salar and Sitara, I'm addicted with them , so i thought to write story on them a little different from drama.

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This contains fictional love stories. Each update or part will be a new story with a different background, characters etc. Ideas are welcome and any resemblance is coincidental. Hope you enjoy this.

LET ME HATE YOU

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

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