Hooria: his delicate love 18+

Hooria was nothing but survival.

At ten, she carried the weight of secrets too heavy for a child. Her uncle's abuse carved silence into her bones. Her mother's affair became a burden she bore silently-hidden, endured, all to make her mother happy. Every day, she questioned her existence. Every day, she felt trapped. Her childhood wasn't innocence; it was pain, guilt, and forced responsibility.

Yet she was rebellious. She fought for her love, even enduring beatings from her own brother, all for confessing her feelings for a man eleven years her senior. All she wanted was him.

And then there was Ivaan.

He was command. He was power. A DCP whose words carried weight, whose presence demanded respect. His life had been a struggle-divorced parents, a stepmother whose authority loomed over him, and the heavy emptiness of a home he had left two years ago, craving a sense of belonging he never found.

Hooria... he couldn't imagine marrying a girl eleven years younger than him. A girl who had only once seen him-when she came from her village to meet her father-and had fallen for him instantly.