FIRE & FAITH

⚠️ Copyright and Disclaimer



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This story is a work of fiction written by writingwhispers_. All characters, events, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, transmitted, or distributed in any form without the prior written permission of the author. Plagiarism is prohibited and will be reported.This book is obviously MINE, plagiarism won’t be allowed. Any sort of videos and photos / media used in here does not belong to ME unless said so, credits to their rightful owners.

This story contains elements of South Asian culture, romance, and emotional drama intended for only entertainment purposes . All cultural and religious references are written respectfully.

Before you read

This ain’t your usual soft author note.( I can be softie sometimes 🥹) Read carefully.

And yeah this is my very very first book written by ME. So be kind you people(😭). I know this book might have some mistakes and all but DONOT worry. Because the next book which is still in process is soooo mindfuckingblowing , filled with various stuff not just some cliché romance but much more.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

Not every Muslim wears a hijab. Not every individual practices their faith the same way. That’s reality. This story reflects a spectrum of characters shaped by their environments, cultures, and personal battles - some religious, some not. This isn’t a sermon, it’s fiction. And fiction, at its best, mirrors the complexities of real people in a real world.

If you’re someone who feels uncomfortable with nuanced characters who may not fit your personal expectations of faith or morality, then this book may not be for you - and that’s okay. But if you’re here to judge and shame instead of reading, let me be clear: hate or judgmental comments toward religion, the author, or fellow readers will be removed. Profiles will be reported.

You have the right to your opinion - and I have the right to protect my space and readers from negativity.

Constructive criticism is always welcome. Judgment isn’t.

With all due respect - keep it classy or kindly scroll past.

First things first -

I’m not here to be perfect. I’m here to write.

English isn’t my first language. You might spot grammar mistakes, typos, weird phrasing - and guess what? That’s okay. This story isn’t an exam. It’s a journey. If you’re here for vibes, welcome. If you’re here to grade me - scroll along, professor.

This story is desi, dramatic, deep, and different. It’s filled with fire, faith, emotional wreckage, slow burn, and characters who feel real - not always lovable, but always layered.

Now a PSA: If you come for my characters, you’re getting blocked.

You hate me? Cool.

You hate the story? Close the tab.

You hate my babies - Daniel, Dilkash, or anyone else? - BYE. 👋

I didn’t write this for people to throw shade. I wrote this for people who feel, cry, scream, and get it. If that’s not you, respectfully - keep scrolling.

For the real ones - I see you. I love you. I write for you.

So grab your chai, clutch your dupatta (or hoodie), and enter this messy, magical, maddening world called:

FIRE & FAITH

- writingwhispers_

Author, poet, emotional chaos coordinator

Dedication

To the ones who carry fire in their hearts and silence on their lips.

To the girls with siren eyes and daggers for words.

To the girls who don’t need saving.

To the boys who tattoo their pain in ink and pretend it doesn’t burn.

To the boys who forgot how to cry.

To the ones who mastered the art of staying silent in a world that never shut up.

This is for the touch-me-not girls and don’t-touch-me boys.

This is for the women who don’t flinch, beg and bend.

The men who carry graves in their hearts and still dare to love.

For the ones who flirt with danger but never let it close.

For the untouchable, unshakable, unforgettable souls-

who hide their softness behind sarcasm,

and love like it’s both war and worship.

Here’s to broken,bruised and bold ones----

Who never asked for permission to shine.

This story is not for the weak-hearted.

It’s for the ones who’ve bled quietly,

who fell in love without saying it,

and who survived by becoming the very storm that broke them.

And if you came looking for clichés,

walk away.

Because these pages were never meant to be sweet.

They’re meant to burn.

- writingwhispers_ , the author who writes with blood in her ink and brass in her bones.

Hate me? Cool. Scroll.

Hate my characters? You’ll hate your own reflection next.

Hate strong love and unapologetic fire? This story will chew you up and spit you out.

This is Fire & Faith.

And no, you’re not ready.

Welcome to Fire & Faith.

We don’t do halfway here.