Noor Ma'aji never thought she'd see Yousuf Rafi again, let alone marry him. He was her first love, the man who broke her heart beyond repair. Eight years later, they've moved on, or at least tried to. She's making a name for herself as a reporter, and he's a powerful businessman with no time for the past.
But when a family will forces them into a contract marriage, pretending to be a couple becomes part of the deal. They agree to play along, for now, and walk away when it's all over.
Only it's not that simple.
Not when old feelings begin to resurface.
Not when the silence between them starts to speak louder than words.
And not when heartbreak starts to look a lot like unfinished love.
Because sometimes, love doesn't end. It waits.
She knows that her love for AbdulJalal Sani is toxic. She excused her husband for intolerable things, unable to do anything about it. She's madly in love with him.
"I don't like children, Zaytun. You will not ask me to try for a baby, even in the future. And if you try it without my permission, I will be very angry with you." AbdulJalal Sani said. "I can't love you or the child you are carrying."
Crying is the only thing Zaytun Babakura knows how to do. Crying became her best friend. It torn her smile, ripped her heart out, wiped the light from her face, and drained the soul from her eyes. She is an empty shell in love.
Is this unrequited love worth dying for?