The night was long, heavier than any the Rajora mansion had ever seen. The grand hall, usually echoing with chatter and laughter, was unnervingly quiet. Every clock ticked louder than usual, every shadow seemed to stretch endlessly across the marble floors.

Kavita ji sat in front of the small mandir near the staircase, her wrinkled hands trembling as she folded them together in prayer. The faint glow of the diya flickered against her tear-streaked face.

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An ovethinking mind, unable to do what society wishes her to. I'm an multitalented girl, Learned everyhting expected from a typical Indian girl. Understood that we can't force our mind to do something which we are not interested so, now studying. Wasn't able to find peace of mind. Then it hit me. My love for reading. I'm a long time reader on scrolstck and wattpad and now finally decided to turn why 24/7 running mind into some good use and create something interesting and seriously I'm really calm from the day I've started writing. Just expect support and love from you guys and start my journey.🌷🌷

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She was twirling, jumping and laughing in rain. The sight make Karan put his journey into break. He was continously looking at the scene infront of him. "HER LAUGH" it makes Karan remember someone from his past, the way she was dancing and enjoying to herself like child. But what happens next was something that the person who knows Karan,won't believe. "HE CAME OUT." THE KARAN SINGHANIA, stops for a girl that too in a rain , whom he doesn't even know and the girl is probably a homeless, roadside. His heartbeat quickened it's pace when she stopped dancing and laughing, now she was standing still in front of him. Slightly she tilted her head to left and started biting her index finger with her teeth. She is small just 5'2, a round shaped face,a button nose and big forehead, nothing attractive but still he wasn't able to look away from her. He went more closer to her. But she suddenly took a step back and clutched her red lehanga with her other hand. She looked at him from head to toe with amusement in her eyes and scared look on her face. 🌷💫🌷

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In a world that races toward modern dreams, IFFAT FARHAN QURESHI walks with the calm grace of faith. Raised in the warmth of dua and haya, she believes that ibadat is not only in prayer— it lives in patience, kindness, and quiet strength. AZLAN HARIS MIRZA, on the other hand, is silence shaped into a man— a workaholic, disciplined and distant, whose life revolves around principles carved by imaan and duty. When destiny folds their paths together, two hearts bound by belief must learn that love, too, can be a form of worship. Between unspoken emotions, family honor, and the weight of expectation, their story becomes a gentle rebellion— where narmi meets taqat, and every heartbeat whispers the true meaning of ZAUQ-E-HAYAT — the passion of life itself.

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