Moonlit Diaries
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"Why do you even love me?" His voice trembles as he whispers, a tear cascadinng down his cheek.
Her delicate fingers rise up to wipe it off as she breathes, "Because I can't not love you, Az! I just don't know how to breathe without loving you!"
The silver glow of moonlight baths them in its embrace- two best friends who once laughed and fought under it are now crying as they confess their deepest desires.
The desire to be loved like it was breathing.
The desire to stay together forever.
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𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐌 𝐙𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐑 and 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐙𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐇 has known each other for as long as they can remember. Growing up together, there isn't a moment they have spent apart.
They're the chaotic duo everyone warns you about.
The inseparable troublemakers.
Best friends disguised as cousins.
But hearts have a wicked rhythm of their own. And there comes a point where the gazes are no longer silent. The touches linger, the hearts flutter.
The bond which was built on innocence, slowly develops into something sacred, more consuming and placid.
Love
And when Love reigns the heart, nothing can overpower it. When years of friendship, trust, loyalty and togetherness blooms into something more serene, will it be enough to put the forces of darkness away?
Will it be worth it?
Will Love ever be enough?
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❝The witness of my love?- It's the moonlight under which I filled my diaries with your name.❞
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Join this beautiful journey of Azim Zafir and Amal Zafirah to know how love blooms through chaos, mischief and family drama.
P.S- You won't ever regret chosing this story *wink*
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~ A story as a Poetry itself ~ MURAAD SIDDIQUI "He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him." Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya. While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted. By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre. But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced. Unholy. Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them? He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable. Not because he can't confess. But because what he feels could undo her entire world. SIYA RAGHUVANSHI "She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much." All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness. But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour. Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep. She doesn't know what binds them. She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions. Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment. All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore... And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most. ~ One haveli. Two families tied by silence. Seven sacred stages of love. And a birth from shadows. Love is a blessing. But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape. This isn't a story. It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood. ~~
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