BROKEN HEARTS

BROKEN HEARTS

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"Fauzi" I yelled running in all the possible directions. I ran splitting the wind. My phone rang and it was Rehaan. "You found her? " I asked agitatedly. "No, Ayaan, I think...." "No, don't utter a word. Nothing would have happened to her.I know she will be safe. " I replied angrily. I was seething in anger. On me. My emotions were turmoil. I ran into the wind, even faster while darkness drowned me. Wait. I see something rather say someone on the bench. I could just figure out someone was sitting on the bench in the dark, from behind. "Rehaan, I see someone. I will ask them." "Excuse me, hello, you hear me?" I yelled. No reply. Strange. "Hello?" Again no replay. I neared. Creek. I stepped on something. I lowered the flashlight. I was shocked was an understatement. A bracelet. Blood coated. Wait. Oh no. Fauzi's bracelet. "Rehaan, I think, I found her" I neared dubiously. "Fauzi" I called softly. No replay. With shaky hands, I touch her and her head fell on my hand. "Fauzi" Allah, what am I seeing. Blood everywhere on her face. Her hands tied. Her dress torn, revealing too much of her skin. Her hijab was taken off. Hair disheveled. I quickly removed my jacket, and put it on her. "Fauzi" I shook her. I touch the back of her head. Allah, my hands had blood. I saw wounds on the back of her head. Glass piece was pierced in the side of her waist. I shook her violently. No response. I could not feel her breathing. My face was drenched with burning tears. Was she.... No.... This is my first story guys...please check it out.
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"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?" A gasp escaped her lips. Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah. Now, she was all alone. No one to support her. No one to care. No one to gently caress her soul. The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found. She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion. Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business. Life had left her bitter. A natural introvert, she let very few people in. Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter. And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm: "Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners." ⸻ On the other hand... Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for. Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart. He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah. But then again-no one is perfect. "Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. "You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith." This time, she wasn't joking. And he knew it. He sighed, stood up, and replied: "Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now." ⸻ But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons? "I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body. She felt sickened. Disgusted. Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought. A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions. Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny. Note: This story isn't just for Muslims. Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.

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