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She never meant to want him.
Not when every rule she was raised with warned her heart to stay away. But desire isn't polite, and anger isn't patient. So she tells herself she hates the way he sees her-too clearly, too boldly-because admitting anything else would break everything she's been taught to hold sacred. And yet, buried beneath the fury she throws at him is a truth she can't silence: he is the one person she wishes she could forget, and the only one she can't
ZYRAN TRISTAN
'20 years'
He wasn't the kind of person people approached casually. Even on a crowded university campus, he carried an air of distance that felt almost intentional. His expression was usually unreadable, as if he'd learned long ago not to let the world see what he was thinking. Some called him cold; others said he simply didn't waste time on things that didn't matter.
Tall and lean, he dressed simply dark hoodies, worn-in jackets, clothes chosen more for function than style. His black hair always seemed a bit messy, but not enough for him to care. What stood out most were his eyes: steady, focused, and strangely calm, the way someone looks when they've been through more than they ever talk about.
People didn't really know him.
But they trusted him anyway.
AYESAL NOOR
'20 years'
Ayesal had a quiet presence that people noticed without really knowing why. She wasn't the type to draw attention to herself, yet the calm way she carried her books, or the gentle nod she gave when greeting someone, made her stand out more than loud voices ever could.
She usually wore light, neat colors-soft beiges, warm olives, pale blues-and her hijab was always wrapped with simple elegance, never flashy but always thoughtful. Her blue eyes held a kind of steady warmth, the kind that made others feel seen without feeling judged.
Soft doesn't mean fragile, and Ayesal proved that every day.
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TROPES
-𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔-
-𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆-
-𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏-
-𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈-
-𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏-
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Hello lovelies!🫀
I wanted to share something with ya'll before starting the story.
This story is completely based on my imagination. It has nothing to do with reality.
This is a complete halal fiction. If you don't like halal fiction, then you're more than welcome to leave the book with warmth and love. No need to show any hate towards any beliefs. I'll appreciate if you give it a read!
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