Qubool hai, eventually

A wretched father. An absent mother.
A scorned son.

Azran Araz was everything beautifully strange about the world, a reformed man whose lips used to touch whiskey in reverence, now whisper prayers in devotion. His espresso eyes gleam with just as much power as it does, unspoken grief.

What happens when he finds himself unable to look away at the girl clad in ivory, looking like the moon had descended onto earth?

Liyana Zayden is every pained artist's untouchable muse, she will pass by everyone with the scent of kindness and oud, yet her wit was razor sharp-enough to give a papercut to which no victim was spared.
Her doe like eyes appear to close in murmuring fervent dugs that she carries around everywhere like vital
organs.

She was grace, and his salvation.
He was fire, and her fresh breath of air

⟢ Love at First Sight
⤿ Halal Romance
⤿ Finding his way back
⤿ Midnight Rain x Sunshine