Ishq-e-Khauf
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After eighteen years of marriage, Ulfat and Rehman still loved like newlyweds-quietly, fiercely, completely.
Their children were the center of their world, their anchor in a life surrounded by danger.
But one night, everything changes.
A hospital corridor.
A doctor who cannot meet their eyes.
A child who will never come home again.
Ulfat collapses under the weight of a loss no mother should bear.
Rehman-strong, feared, unshakeable-crumbles beside her, silent and shattered.
Their love is tested not by enemies, but by fate.
And now they must learn how to breathe again in a world that feels permanently dimmed.
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