Rabta-e-Dil

"You're dangerous, you know that?" Burhan's voice was low, and steady, carrying the same quiet authority that always seemed to unnerve her.

Aleena raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Me? Dangerous? You're the one who walks into war zones for a living."

"And yet," he said, leaning slightly closer, his gaze holding hers with disarming calm, "somehow, you're the one I can't seem to fight."

Her breath hitched for just a moment before she recovered, masking her sudden nervousness with another quip. "You better not. I'd win."

Aleena Ali Khan
Aleena was a whirlwind-a fiery, outspoken 22-year-old who wore her confidence like an armour. Born in Canada, she was a perfect mix of modernity and tradition, her sharp wit and endless energy balanced by a deep connection to her faith. A psychology graduate with big dreams, Aleena loved fiercely, spoke her mind, and never backed down from a challenge. She was a storm in every sense of the word-one Burhan never saw coming.

Burhan Khalid
Burhan was the calm to Aleena's storm. At 29, the lieutenant's life was built on discipline, quiet strength, and an unshakable faith. Raised in London, he carried himself with an air of authority that made people listen when he spoke-though he rarely did. Where Aleena burned bright and loud, Burhan was steady and grounding. But even his carefully composed world wasn't immune to her fire.