His Halal Madness
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
They said cousin marriages were normal in the family.
They said age gaps didn't matter.
They said nikah was always a blessing.
But nobody warned me that marrying Irtaza-my eldest cousin, my parents' pride, my family's golden boy-would feel like stepping into a cage lined with velvet.
He wasn't cruel. He wasn't kind either.
He was... obsessed.
And me? I was the stubborn one, the girl everyone complained about at family dinners, the one who refused to lower her voice or her gaze when challenged.
Maybe that's why he chose me.
Maybe that's why he vowed I would be his.
I was Zaha-the girl who thought she could never be tamed.
He was Irtaza-the man who proved me wrong.
This wasn't just marriage.
It was possession.
And it began with one word whispered under the nikah canopy:
"Qubool hai."
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