Y'ALL... I NEED TO TALK TO YOU FOR A SECOND
So here's the thing, when I first started writing this story, I was terrified. Like, genuinely scared no one would read it. I mean, think about it: who's going to click on a story where the main leads are 40 years old, already have FIVE children (two of them literally ADULTS), AND there's polygamy involved??
In the world of Wattpad where everyone wants the 17-year-old bad boy falling for the shy girl, or the billionaire CEO romancing his assistant, here I was writing about a middle-aged couple trying to navigate the absolute MESS that life had thrown at them.
But you know what? I wrote it anyway. Because I wanted to show something REAL. Something different.
I wanted to showcase:
✨ How people can completely mess up our lives - sometimes the people closest to us cause the deepest wounds (looking at you, Iffat )
✨ How we can love someone SO MUCH but never find the courage to express it - Mazhar and Mithila spent SEVENTEEN YEARS loving each other in silence. SEVENTEEN YEARS!
✨ How we can hold onto wrong beliefs for so long - Just like Reza and Fiza believed their father abandoned them, when the truth was so much more complicated
✨ That love isn't just about romance - Yes, Mazhar and Mithila's story is beautiful, but what about Reza and Huzaifa? What about the sibling bonds being rebuilt? THAT'S love too! The way Mithila parents children who aren't even hers? That's LOVE! ❤️
And ALHAMDULILLAH... you guys loved it.
I'm sitting here, literally OVERWHELMED by your support. Your comments, your votes, your theories in the comment section—they give me LIFE! I wish I could post the entire story right now so you could see what happens next, but I can't because I still have SO MUCH editing to do!
If you haven't read it yet, go and read what are you waiting for!!! This is for those who are waiting for this one to finish. I love you all❤️