A love not chosen, but claimed. A bond not born out of romance, but out of ruin.

❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 ❞

Noorain had loved him in silence for years. Shahveer never noticed her. She was his sister’s quiet best friend, always in the background—never in his story.

Until his bride ran away.

In a moment of humiliation, family pressure, and shattered honour, he married Noorain instead.

It wasn’t love.
It wasn’t choice.
It was haq—a claim made in front of Allah and the world, but not from the heart.

He made it clear from day one: she may wear his name, but she had no rights over him.

But love doesn’t listen to warnings.

And one day, when Shahveer hears her laugh with another man—his own best friend—jealousy burns hotter than the fire he’s buried for too long.

Now it’s no longer about duty.
It’s possession.
And Noorain?
She belongs to him.
Haq se.

❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ❞

In a world where honour often drowns hearts and duty silences desire, Noorain’s love was always quiet—hidden behind smiles, tucked between duas, buried in every glance she never let linger too long.

Shahveer was never hers to love.

He was strong, sharp, proud—the kind of man who didn’t just walk into a room, he owned it. And he belonged to someone else.

But fate had its own plans.

One runaway bride.
One ruined wedding.
One broken nikaah.

And Noorain, the girl in the shadows, suddenly became his wife.

Not by love.
But by obligation.

And behind the closed doors of their home, a war begins.
Of unspoken desires, cold silences, burning stares, and jealous rage.

⚠️ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ⚠️

This story contains highly mature and explicit content intended for readers above 18 years of age. It explores themes of intense romance, emotional conflict, jealousy, and possessiveness within a fictional marital setting.

All characters and events are purely fictional. This story is not intended to hurt or disrespect any religious sentiments or cultural beliefs. Please read with discretion and sensitivity.