LOGINMARRIAGE/ˈmarɪdʒ/nounThe legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship.A tale spanning over 3 generations; tainted by lies, deceit, corrupted hearts and greed.When Zaira completed her medical degree, all she hoped and wished for was to be left alone. Needless to say, her parents had tied her with the perfect match, in Harris. A twisted turn of fate, traps her in matrimony with Rayyan. The very person whom she never wished to set eyes upon again, if she could help it; let alone cross paths with, after he betrayed her trust a long time ago.All isn't what appears, when the two get entangled in a web of deception, weaved from selfishness of people around them. A story about two damaged people and their struggle to fight demons within and beyond. And protecting their hearts from the worst of ailments. Love.*I don't own any rights to the cover picture*
View More"An author is nothing if not for it's readers."~HRASSALAMUALAIKUM WA REHMATULLAHI WA BARAKATUHU!Alhumdulillah times infinity for this beautiful journey with the most beautiful and amazing people. THANKYOU!This book is a dedication for my parents. Who are literal couple goals, MashaAllah!My Dad still doesn’t return from his walks without bringing ‘jasmine’ flowers for Mom. They still don’t eat meals without eachother, MashaAllah. They still go on mini honeymoon trips and late night walks together, outside the house, MashaAllah! My Mom is my Dad’s forever number 1. May Allah SWT bless them with more and more love and keep them happy together forever and ever InshaAllah, until Jannah. Ameen❤️❤️Thankyou once again, for your support.Fee Amanillah❤️
"Zai—! Did you see??" Rayyan called out ecstatically, throwing Zaira a glance over his shoulders; who was busy preparing food for their guests.Immediately a delighted grin erupted on Zaira's face, as she turned to watch the hopelessfather-daughter duo, who were playing on the play-mat on the floor.
I continued to stand to the far side of the room. My eyes glued to my feet, while I occasionally threw a glance around the room. The Haveli was in an uproar since this morning, in preparation of Zaira's 9th birthday party. The sound of laughter mixed together with everyone's chattering continued to clash against my ears. Yet, I stood fidgeting in my place, feeling very much like a fish out of water. But that's how I had always felt here, anyways.Someone who didn't belong—
It was already the 4th event,Mayu, today and I was busy doing the final checkups, when a familiar person creeped up beside me."God! You're not even related to Haniya! How pretentious can you be, Zaira??" I heard Hafsa snicker behind me, but without paying her any heed, I continued to give instructions to the helpers who were decorating the stage withMarigolds.





