"Mr. Aman," the doctor said, "your mother had a brain tumor likely due to stress. We removed it, but she's critical. The next 24 hours are crucial."
Aman felt his world collapse. Sarah needed to see the damage she'd caused.
"She will pay for this," he muttered.
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A year later, Sarah's gaze settled on the figure she despised most-Aman
"Aman..."
"My mother's in a coma, fighting for her life,Because of you"
" I'm so sorry about your mother. I didn't know..."
"Don't fake your tears, Sarah. You'll pay for your actions."
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One morning, Clara's eyes fluttered open. "Mom! You're awake!" tears of joy streaming down Sarah face
But Clara stared at Aman in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaky.
The doctor said "She has amnesia. Sarah's presence could help her regain her memories."
"Sarah's a bridge to her memories?"
"Yes," the doctor confirmed.
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Clara asked Sarah to narrate a story.
"Once, there was a girl dearly loved by her parents, especially her mother," Sarah began. "Her life was filled with laughter, but everything changed when her mother passed away."
Clara asked, "What happened then?"
"Her father grew distant and sometimes punished her unfairly," Sarah continued. "One day, he called her into his study and insisted she marry Austin to secure her mother's shares, which were under him."
"Did she agree?"
Sarah said. "But after the wedding, Austin tormented her, calling her names and accusing her of being a gold digger."
"Why?"
Aman listened from outside, realizing that Sarah wasn't telling a story, Overcome with a need to understand, he asked, "pull up the account details, The one I transferred to Sarah for my marriage."
When he saw the transaction details, his heart sank. Sarah never took the money her father had. regret flooded his mind for the cruel way he'd treated Sarah and for calling her names.
Will Sarah ever forgive him for his mistake and give him another chance?
"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?"
A gasp escaped her lips.
Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah.
Now, she was all alone.
No one to support her.
No one to care.
No one to gently caress her soul.
The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found.
She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion.
Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business.
Life had left her bitter.
A natural introvert, she let very few people in.
Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter.
And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm:
"Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners."
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On the other hand...
Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for.
Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart.
He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah.
But then again-no one is perfect.
"Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair.
"You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith."
This time, she wasn't joking.
And he knew it.
He sighed, stood up, and replied:
"Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now."
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But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons?
"I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body.
She felt sickened.
Disgusted.
Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought.
A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions.
Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny.
Note:
This story isn't just for Muslims.
Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.