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MEHAK – THE GIRL MADE OF SOFTNESS IN A HARD WORLD
          
          Mehak is the kind of girl the world isn’t built for—
          too gentle for its noise,
          too innocent for its shadows,
          too pure-hearted for the storms that rage around her.
          
          She speaks softly, like she’s afraid her voice might disturb the silence.
          She walks lightly, as if the ground itself deserves tenderness.
          Her eyes carry the kind of vulnerability that makes people want to shield her—
          but she only lets one man close enough to do so.
          
          She’s naive in the sweetest way:
          believing the good in people,
          trusting too easily,
          flinching at raised voices,
          getting startled at sudden sounds,
          and shrinking back when the world gets too sharp.
          
          Her fear isn’t weakness—
          it’s proof of how untouched, how unbroken,
          how beautifully human she is.
          
          And maybe that’s why his eyes soften whenever they land on her.
          Maybe that’s why the most feared man in the city becomes gentle only for her.
          She is softness in a world of steel,
          innocence in a city ruled by blood,
          a trembling flower blooming in the shadow of a storm.
          
          Mehak scares easily—
          but she’s brave in the way vulnerable people are:
          she still hopes,
          still trusts,
          still feels deeply,
          even when the world feels too big for her small, scared heart.
          
          And to Nawab Hasib Khan,
          that heart is the only thing in this brutal world
          he would die to protect.
          The only softness he refuses to lose.
          The only innocence he guards like a treasure carved out of light.
          
          Because Mehak isn’t just his girl.
          She’s his calm.
          His weakness.
          His peace.
          His only softness in a world carved from darkness.

They say fear has a name…
          And in this city, that name is Nawab Hasib Khan.
          A man carved from stone and shadow.
          A storm wrapped in silence.
          The kind of presence that makes even the bravest men lower their eyes and swallow their pride before they dare to speak.
          
          He doesn’t raise his voice—
          he doesn’t need to.
          His anger is a weapon, his silence is a threat,
          and his very footsteps are enough to make the world fall in line.
          Ruthless. Unpredictable.
          A legend and a warning whispered together.
          
          But the world knows only one side of him—
          the rage, the brutality, the cold fire in his eyes.
          No one sees the man behind the monster.
          
          No one… except Mehak.
          
          With her, the storm softens.
          The lion bows.
          The man who terrifies the city becomes a quiet, possessive, impossibly gentle shadow around her.
          His hands—capable of breaking empires—hold her like she’s made of something sacred.
          His voice—sharp enough to slice fear—melts into velvet when it touches her name.
          
          He protects her with a ferocity the world has never witnessed.
          He watches her like she’s his heartbeat outside his body—
          and God help the soul who even thinks of hurting her.
          
          Because Nawab Hasib Khan isn’t just feared.
          He is obeyed.
          He is respected.
          He is the nightmare of his enemies
          and the unshakeable guardian of the only girl who owns his heart.
          
          In a world built on blood and power,
          Mehak is the one truth he kneels for.
          And for her, he would burn the whole city to ashes
          without blinking.

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