Mahi✨

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does anyone know the book name in which haseena was a doctor and had a friend named zoya and karishma was a police officer and also a terrorist attack happens in the hospital 

Too Right But Too Late….
          
          
          After a lifetime of learning
          how to survive fire,
          you arrived like quiet
          not loud joy, not chaos,
          just peace.
          
          The kind that feels familiar,
          as if my soul whispered,
          “There you are.”
          
          We fit without trying,
          dynamite wrapped in calm,
          two hearts moving like
          they had rehearsed this
          in another lifetime.
          
          God didn’t make a mistake...
          He just waited.
          And waited.
          Perhaps, waited too long.
          
          Because when we finally met,
          the world was already on fire.
          Our love exists in a room
          with locked doors.
          
          Outside it..
          Families pray for our happiness
          using someone else’s name.
          
          Inside it,
          We hold hands
          and try not to cry too loudly.
          
          You are your father’s miracle
          his eyes search for you
          even when you’re standing right there.
          I am my mother’s answered prayer
          she fought the world for me
          before I ever learned how to breathe.
          
          How do you choose
          between the people who gave you life
          and the one who makes you feel alive?
          
          Tell me why
          those who love us the most
          cannot see us clearly.
          
          Tell me why happiness
          becomes invisible
          when it doesn’t follow tradition.
          
          Every time your name is placed
          beside a stranger’s future,
          my chest tightens,
          a stone pressing where hope should be.
          
          I smile on the outside,
          but inside, something cracks
          again
          and again.
          
          The cruelest part?
          My love doesn’t fade.
          It grows.
          Quietly.
          Stubbornly.
          Like roots breaking concrete.
          
          I don’t know
          how this story ends.
          I only know
          that loving you feels like truth,
          and losing you feels like
          learning how to breathe
          with half a lung.
          
          So here I am,
          carrying a heart full of devotion
          in a world that calls it impossible,
          trying to be a good daughter,
          a good human,
          while my soul begs me
          not to let go.
          
          
          
          
          -Mahi :)

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came here thinking I’d read just one, but now I’ve gone through all your stories without even realizing wild how a random Google link led me straight to your official page and honestly, worth it.....(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Bro kha chle gye the aap 
          I was searching u
          
          I hope u r ok?