Her Faith

At twenty, Ulfat Hasin Baloch carried a name that meant love, yet she had never truly believed in it.
Raised within the walls of an old haveli, surrounded by wealth, tradition, and expectations, she grew up watching promises fade behind closed doors.
The only thing she ever wanted was simple: a husband her children would admire, a home built upon the kind of love that survived the years.

At thirty-eight, Rehman Baloch had become a man whose name traveled ahead of him.
Power. Politics. Loyalty. An empire that stretched far beyond what most people could imagine. He possessed everything the world admired and very little of what it envied.
One prayed for a future she could trust.
The other had long stopped asking for anything at all.
Some stories begin with love.
Theirs began with fate.