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Complete, First published Jul 17
Mature
Dawood Malik
A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes-
But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder.
Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness.

Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov
A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips.
Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body.
Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr.

What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny?
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She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head.

Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself.

She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive.

Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe.

She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted...

Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal.

Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over.

He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them.


P.s. it's not a Love triangle.
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