๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’•๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐‘ซ๐’–๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’“๐’†โ™ฅ๏ธŽ

Summary

Between Dua and Desire is a story about a soft-hearted, faith-conscious girl raised with strong values of modesty and boundaries. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she develops feelings for a calm, dominant, and emotionally controlled man who hides his emotions but loves deeply in silence. As their paths cross, an unspoken bond forms between themโ€”quiet, intense, and full of restraint. Both try to stay within the limits of their faith, but their hearts begin to struggle between what they feel and what they believe is right. It is a journey of patience, emotions, and faith, where love is tested by boundaries and guided by dua.

๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโ˜†ยฐ

๐…๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐‹๐ž๐š๐ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโ™ฅ๏ธŽยฐ

She was the kind girl who didn't speak loudly, not because she had nothing to say, but because she valued peace more than attention.

She was a softโ”€hearted girl who preferred silence over attention and peace over noise. Even a raised voice could stay in her longer than it should, because she felt things deeplyโ”€sometimes more than she showed.

She didn't get close to people easily. Trust took time for her, and even then, she was careful. Once she cared for someone, she cared completely, quietly giving her effort and loyalty without saying much.

She preferred to stay private and didn't like anyone interfering in her personal matters. Her boundaries were important to her, and she kept her distance from anything that felt wrong to her heart and faith.

In her heart, she always remembered Allah. She believed relationships with na-mehram were not right, so she tried her best to stay with in limits, even when emotions became difficult to control.

Still, she was deeply emotional, she got attached easily, become protective of those she cared about and valued action more than words. She disliked backbiting avoided negativity, and found comfort in simple things.

And deep down, beneath all her restraint and silence, she carried a simple wish she never said out loud.

To be approached in a halal way, with respect. With intention with a love that didn't break the boundaries she believed in, but honored them.

"๐™ผ๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™."

๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐‹๐ž๐š๐ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโ™ฅ๏ธŽยฐ

He is not a man who follows the worldโ”€he moves it.

A CEO in the textile industry, his name is built on discipline, sharp decisions, and a presence that ends conversation rather than joins them. He speaks little, but every word is firm, final, and heavy with control. People don't persuade himโ”€they adjust to him.

He is dominant by nature, not loud but absolute. He doesn't listen easily, because he trusts his instincts more than opinions. Boundaries are not suggestions to himโ”€they are rule he sets and never breaks.

He has a presence that doesnโ€™t ask for attention, yet still takes it. Not because he seeks it, but because itโ€™s hard to ignore him. He avoids crowds, dislikes unnecessary recognition, and keeps his life strictly within boundaries he has drawn himself.

His voice is deep and steady, his anger silent yet unsettling. He doesn't explain himself in heated moments; he acts first, speak later. Emotion, for him, is something contained, never displayed.

Those boundaries were built after the past taught him the cost of trust. Since then, he keeps his world closed, selective, and controlledโ”€especially when it comes to letting anyone close.

He has striking green Hazel eyesโ”€sharp, observant, and unreadable. The kind that see more than they show.

And when the weight of everything becomes too loud to stay still, he disappears into speed.

He joins late-night bike racing challengesโ€”fast, reckless in speed but never in control. The road becomes his only place where pressure turns into motion, where thoughts blur into wind, and where silence finally matches his mind.

He doesnโ€™t chase attention.

He avoids it.

But he always ends up being impossible to ignore.

"๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š, ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข"