เข้าสู่ระบบBeing orphaned in teenage, Noor is tied down in a sacred bond to her cousin Arman Mustafa Malik, a Mafia Leader. Arman finds his wife alluring but leaves his house just to keep his sanity intact, because at the end of the day she was still a little girl. Coming back after two years, he promises her hell, and returns back again to the states for his business. But this time when he comes back, he makes sure she knows her place, that is right under him, on his bed. --- Noor Haider Malik loathes Arman Mustafa Malik from the core of her heart for making her life a living hell, but on the other hand, Arman love's her in his own sadistic way. It was indeed only his love that was forever never-ending. _________________________
ดูเพิ่มเติมIt was altogether very peaceful in the whole Haveli, the silence was as pure as the wintry blanket outside. The silence was somewhat comforting, and spoke for itself, it was serene in a way where you could feel at home. The sun was bright and early, up the horizon, sharp raises of golden and orange spreading over the vast light blue sky. Azan ran inside the whole Haveli with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes sparkling and the corner of his eyes crinkling. He was finally ten summers old. His hearty giggles softened the weary walls of Haveli. His laughter vibrant and heartwarming as he trudged around the people in his chaotic way, chasing an all too frightened yet eager Khizer. Khizer padded his way to his parents room as fast as his short legs could move, as he giggled on the way Azan was making sounds of monster on tail. Slamming the door of the room open, both the duo ran inside laughing, but came to a sudden halt in front of a heaving Arman, who had an unknown look on his fa
The Haveli was filled with relatives, and people from all around the town, after all it was a funeral of their beloved Mustafa malick! The people were here to sympathize, they loved him. They respected him most of all. They were mourning over him, he was a wise man after all.Aamina was in complete denial, she didn't shed a tear, as she just sat there on the hard pavement, looking far away, at nothing in particular. Aamina's cousin came to Haveli right after he was called. I never saw him before, but he didn't gave me any good vibes. I consoled Aamina, along with attending to other people. Armeen was sitting with dadi, and some other ladies of the town. Bari ammi was just quietly weeping. Haya and Hira along with Hareem were helping with the arrangements and everything. Ammar looked a lot sullen, stood at the corner with some men. Arman had a solemn look on his face. But I knew he loved his father and he was deeply hurt. I took a plate of for food to him, he didn't had his lu
I couldn't help but let my mind wander over to their bodies lying almost lifeless. I again threw up, and came out of the washroom all washed up. I again felt chills running down my spine. "Done?" I looked up at him, who sat their on the edge of the bed. I nodded slightly. He patted the place next to him, and i silently obeyed. Sitting down right next to him, he pulled me more into him, as he rested his hand on my waist. "I am sorry, Noor." He looked down as he spoke up, his voice velvety. "I forgive you Arman." I said with a small smile. He gave me a wolfish grin. His charmingly hard features more prominent from this close. He looked into my eyes deeply, before placing his lips on my forehead. My heart pounded inside my chest, as I swayed a little at my place, Arman stiffened as he backed away slightly. "How are you feeling now?" I pointed at his damaged organned gash on his back. He passed me a soft smile, before shrugging. "Khud hi dekhlo." He hurriedly took off his sh
I woke up with a jolt, I was sweating profusely, my heart pounding in my chest, it felt as if it will come any moment now. I glanced around the dimly lit room, only the golden ceiling light on, illuminating the dark room, highlighting the shapes and figures. I was back in our room. It was already dark, I looked up at the wall clock, that showed the time after midnight. I was alone in the room, the piercing silence, quietening down, by my loud thumping heart. I stood up, as I looked at myself in the mirror. There I stood in Arman's shirt, and my own pajamas. Tears prickled the back of my eyes, but I held them in. It was way past midnight, and I didn't even know since when I was out. I made my way to the washroom, to wash away the sweat. —I strolled out of the bathroom, with just the bathrobe on, I didn't take my clothes inside. Just as I was about to go inside the closet, my eyes fell on the bedside table. Meri bed ki drawer mai signed hue divorce papers hai. Tum apne sign ke
He looked changed, a lot. There was no doubt, he looked a little more bulky, and muscular, but only in a month's time? He had slight dark circles around his eyes, as if he didn't slept for ages. I was grateful to him to let me come with them. I don't know, if Azan was safe or not, but I wanted
I was getting ready for bed, when Arman entered inside locking the door behind him. "Daniyal Bhai se kahe ke Haya se durr rahe." I spoke with gritted teeth. (Ask Daniyal to stay away from Haya) Arman who was going towards the closet, stopped, turned around and looked my way deadly. "Or tumhe ke
The whole day, after attending back to back classes I had a constant pain in my neck. The day was tiring and now we even had an assignment to submit tonight. I tilt my head to the side to see an almost passed out Haya resting her back on the bench as we waited for the driver to arrive. I told Bari a
I was accepting him, slowly but I was trying my best. Although I had no reason to, but still I was willing to give him a chance. he never gave me a single reason to forgive and forget about his previous harsh behavior. I was trying my best to forget about everything happened in the past, and move on






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