ayeshasiddika
MAHNOOR SIKANDAR
She was untamed storm -
Fierce with her words. She didn't just speak-she declared. Her eyes held the fire of someone who had conquered silence, who refused to bow. A natural leader, feared and respected in equal measure.
ZEHAAN SHAH ZAMAAN
He, on the other hand, was calm like the ocean after a storm-Majestic, not in a way that demanded attention, but in the kind that earned quiet admiration.
Where she led with fire, he guided with patience.
They were opposites-not in cliché, but in essence.
She would move mountains to make things happen.
He would become the ground beneath those mountains to give them stability.
Fate,it doesn't ask permission before drawing lines between souls.
Her father.
The only one she bowed to.He was her world, her anchor.
In a twist of divine irony, their paths collided .
But her father asked.
Not ordered. Asked.
And so, for the first and only time in her life, she bowed-not in defeat, but in devotion. For her father, she accepted.
And yet, fate is patient.
In time, something strange and unspoken began to grow-
Respect.
Understanding.
Then something deeper.
Not a fairytale. But something real.
So they were tied, yes-
She learned to rest her flames beside his ocean.
He learned to carry her fire without fear.
Not because fate demanded it,
But because LOVE chose to grow...