Dayār-e-Mallikah

Dayār-e-Mallikah - Mallikah's realm.

Faris X Mallikah

Some stories aren't loud. They form, grow and cherish in silent presence, quiet embraces and soft moments of togetherness. Faris and Mallikah were miles apart. Cousins, but it had been years since they met.

What happens when they're tied in an arranged marriage none of them see coming?

Will Mallikah, the one who had seen broken marriages, ever trust a stranger with her heart?

Will Faris ever become Dayār-e-Mallikah?

.

"Mohabbat... kya hai aapki nazar me?" She asked, tracing the tip of her fingers along the veins of his forearm.
[In your sight... what is love?]

He smiled down at her, his breath catching at the sight of his wife. Her hair and face reflected the moonlight, looking as radiant as the moon itself and beyond.

Planting a kiss to the crown of her head, he whispered, "Aap."
[You.]

She chuckled, facepalming before looking up at him. "Ek shaqs nahi, generally kya samajhte hai aap us bare me?"
[Not a person, what do you generally think of it?]

"Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aata, begum. Mohabbat sunu toh aapke siwa koi lafz ya khayal nahi hai mere pas." He declared.
[I don't think anything, wife. When I hear the word love, there's no thought or word other than you that comes to my mind.]

Her eyes welled up instantly. And he held her as she cried. He always did.

⋆｡˚ ✦ ━ ❀ ━ ✦ ˚｡⋆

Ehaan X Laylah

"We probably weren't meant to be," she whispered, wiping a tear off his cheek.

He tilted his face, hoping to catch a breath more of her scent as he whispered, "We are, let me try. Please."

She took a step back, shattering his heart with every inch of distance. "I hope you find true love, Ehaan."

"Laylah," that was all he whispered before his body collapsed to the ground, vision going black.

.

A love story, meant to be or not?

He waited for her, both of them unaware of a childhood throttle that sealed her fate long ago.

Will Ehaan ever find love again? Or will Laylah return to him?