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NIKAH OF ASHES...
"This is because of you!" she screamed.
"These candles were your idea! This house, this fire - you killed my husband!"
The words sliced deeper than the flames.
"How dare you," she snapped.
"Your heart and mouth are so filthy that Allah punished you for it!"
"How can you speak like that to a woman who just lost her husband?"
"Lower your voice," he thundered.
"She is my mother. She is older than you."
"This was her fault!" he shouted back.
"And maybe Anjum was right from the beginning
I should never have let my son marry your daughter!"
"If you regret it so much," Umayr said coldly,
"then end it. End everything. From today, there is no friendship. No family. I never want to see your face again."
Ivaan tightened his grip instinctively.
"Dua!"
Dua screamed, clutching him.
"Ivaan!"
Their hands were torn apart.
"Ivaan!"
"Dua!"
Two children screaming each other's names,
as their fathers dragged them in opposite directions.
And with that silence...
A childhood nikah.
A fire that took a life.
A truth buried in silence.
This is not a love story that begins with confession.
This is a story where love was promised before it was understood,
and torn apart before it could grow.
What burned that night was not just a house...
but friendship, faith,
and two children bound together,
only to be raised as strangers.
Nikah of Ashes contains emotional trauma, grief, family conflict,
and slow-burning obsession.
A childhood nikah turned to ashes.
Love turned into obsession.
Friendship turned into blood deep hatred.