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Muraad~e~Siya
~ A story as a Poetry itself ~ MURAAD SIDDIQUI "He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him." Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya. While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted. By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre. But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced. Unholy. Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them? He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable. Not because he can't confess. But because what he feels could undo her entire world. SIYA RAGHUVANSHI "She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much." All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness. But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour. Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep. She doesn't know what binds them. She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions. Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment. All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore... And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most. ~ One haveli. Two families tied by silence. Seven sacred stages of love. And a birth from shadows. Love is a blessing. But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape. This isn't a story. It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood. ~~
Our Hopes For Forever ✔︎
(Featured by wattpad) She was lost in her own thoughts.She felt like there was no one who could heal her wound. Her tears were falling from her eyes as if like a rain was falling heavily. In all a sudden her world stopped since she had got that wound.She wanted to a do a magic, but she knew, nothing could be done.She knew it, it's only Allah could do this magic to her. All talks were flashing in her mind.She tried to stop being weak but even though she could not be strong. "DO YOU THINK I AM YEARNING TO BE WITH YOU?"He shouted and was furiously."JUST GET LOST FOOL! MIND YOU! IF YOU AGAIN DO THIS-"He pointed his finger towards me and his eyes were full of angryness. He squeezed his teeth.Before I opened my mouth to speak,Zaheer told me to go in my room."Why it's happen this to me only, do I deserve all of this?"Since she went in this level of her life,all her hopes were destroying.This kind of level is important for all of us as a human.She started to never have hope in life. But why? It is said we must have hope in life.Why she is feeling weak? What's that level? Why is she crying?What type of wound she gets?Why is she feeling unlucky? #This story wants to show you with every difficulty there is relief, because difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. But you don't know what this one will lead.And now if you want to know the answers of the questions, you will add this story in your reading list and library.You'll read it, vote and surely comment. Note:Dear readers, this story is for everyone, for Muslims and non-Muslims, you'll learn many things in this story, if it's require then you'll need to keep a box of tissue near to you, you'll need also to keep a popcorn next to you so that you can enjoy this story :) This story is different and let's see why this story meant"Our Hopes For Forever" when she never believed in hope. Will it lead to a sad or beautiful destination? ➰Written and edited by : hijabygirlFa_h. ➰ Copyright© hijabygirlFa_hConcluida
Bin Roye 2🥀( last phase)✅
LAST PHASE OF THE BOOK BIN ROYE 2🥀 Dil kehta hai chal unse mil Uthte hain kadam, ruk jaate hain Dil humko kabhi samjhaata hai Hum dil ko kabhi samjhaate hai " Chaliye!!🥰 Said AARFA to shehnaaz Who is looking like a nymph in a beautiful white lahanga.... Selected by her HABIB🔥 HER SIDDHARTH JUST LIKE ONCE SHE WANTED TO BE TO BE LOOKED IN HER WEDDING RUKIYE!! said dadi sahiba... Putting nazar ka kala tika behind her ears... Ab bilkul sahi hai..❤🥰 Said dadi sahiba.... Shehnaaz smiled faintly Ended-7july2023Concluida
DON'T TAKE UR LOVED ONES FOR GRANTED !!!
Ishita jumped frm cliff.. Family got to knw bout it.. n immediately raman rushed to d cliff... Raman family n abhishek al were on d way to d cliff... R in car alone : shit maine gusse main kya kya bol diya... ishita ne suicide kar li.. plz im sorry ishita... matarani meri ishita ko kuch mat hone dena... mil jaye wo.. maine usse jo bhi kaha par main kabhi nhi chahungi meri ishtia ko kuch bhi ho.. Tears were flowing frm his eyes...Concluida
His ignored wife💔✅ (Now Available on Inkiit)
MUJHPE TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI!! NA TUMHARI AUKAT HAI MERI BIWI BANNE KI... said siddharth to his newly wedded wife to their wedding night.... Shattering her soul....💔 Somewere she knows this didn't she? She thought MERI JINDAGI SHIRF KASHISH HAI... MAIN SIRF OR SIRF USSE PYAAR KARTA HUN HAMESHA KARTA RAHUNGA!! TUMSE SHADI MAINE SIRF DADI KE KAHNE PE KI HAI... APNI HASIYAT OR OKAT NAHI BHULNA... he said leaving for his business trip..... Shehnaaz sobbed 💔Concluida
Can You Mend My Heart.
~Its not a Fan fiction. Its my fiction story. And not a fan fiction. ---------------- "I am sorry." He said and left the room. Sound of the door closing echoed in the silent room. "You don't have to be sorry. You are not the one who should be saying sorry." I whispered, although no one heard it. Tears slipped out of my eyes and rolled down my cheek. I wipe them away and lied down on the bed I was seated since an hour. Candles were lit up and flowers were decorated at this wedding night. But the darkness I had fall upon is unbearable. ---------------------- Married to the brother of the Groom was not what anyone can think. But Shanaya fate was twisted. Shanaya had fallen in Love with him but at the marriage night his brother married her instead. She was confused and broken. But maybe she can face the fate. Maybe her broken heart could be mend....by him.Concluida
~ A story as a Poetry itself ~ MURAAD SIDDIQUI "He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him." Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya. While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted. By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre. But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced. Unholy. Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them? He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable. Not because he can't confess. But because what he feels could undo her entire world. SIYA RAGHUVANSHI "She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much." All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness. But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour. Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep. She doesn't know what binds them. She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions. Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment. All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore... And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most. ~ One haveli. Two families tied by silence. Seven sacred stages of love. And a birth from shadows. Love is a blessing. But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape. This isn't a story. It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood. ~~
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