Sajda-e-Ishq

In a world bound by traditions, power, and prestige, Bilal Jahan Alamgeer was a man who commanded authority with just his presence. At 28, he was the eldest heir of the Alamgeer legacy-a man of towering strength, both in stature and will. With a chiseled face framed by sharp cheekbones, a neatly kept beard, and piercing dark eyes that held an intensity only few could withstand, he was the embodiment of dominance. A man feared by many, yet obeyed by all. He walked the earth like a king, his silent gaze enough to command respect. For him, loyalty was absolute, faith was unshaken, and honor was never to be compromised.

And then there was Anaiza Juned Mallik, a delicate storm wrapped in silk and grace. Barely 21, she was the epitome of elegance-petite, with a fragile frame that seemed almost too soft for a world so ruthless. But behind those shy hazel eyes lay a quiet strength, a dignity that never wavered. With long, dark curls cascading down her back and a voice so soft it barely reached beyond the walls of her own heart, she was untouched by the chaos of the world. Sheltered, yet not weak. Obedient, yet not submissive. A girl raised with values so deeply embedded that even her silence spoke of grace.

Two souls-one carved from fire, the other from the quietest breeze. He was her storm, and she was his calm.

Bound by fate, their story was not of choice, but of destiny. In his world, she was sacred, something no other man was worthy to even lay eyes upon. And in hers, he was the protector, the one she would obey without question.

A tale of possession and surrender. Of power and softness. Of a love so intense, it burned beneath the surface, waiting to consume them whole.