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You Are Mine (1)
#romance #possesivehero
He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he.
His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable.
His father, Imran, entered the room, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that unfolded before him. The room was in complete disarray—furniture overturned, shards of glass littering the floor. Amidst the chaos, his son sat on the floor, his head buried in his hands. Imran's heart ached for him, the sight of his despair too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hamdan," he called out gently, his voice laced with love and concern. Hamdan looked up, his eyes swollen and red, his hair disheveled. "dad, she's married," he croaked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She's someone else's wife now. And I'm left empty-handed. Look at me."
Imran's heart sank. Just a few days ago, his son had been brimming with joy, ready to embark on a new chapter in his life. But now, he was a mere shadow of his former self, broken and lost.
"My son, gather yourself," Imran said, his voice firm yet compassionate. "She was not meant for you. Place your trust in Allah; He will make things right."
"Why has Allah done this to me?" Hamdan cried out, his voice filled with anguish. "I didn't do anything wrong. I loved her, I wanted to make her mine, the halal way, but still, she was not mine. Why, Dad? Why did this happen?"
Imran knelt beside him, his own eyes moistening. "We don't know why it happened, my son, but I can say with absolute certainty that Allah Ta'ala must have something good in store for you."
"But what am I going to do now, Dad? How will I live without her? You don't understand, Dad. I feel like she has become a part of me. My heartbeat only speaks her name. I don't know how she's gotten into my soul, Dad."
Imran felt like he was looking at a madman, a Majnu who had lost himself in the love of a woman. "Son, maybe you've made a mistake here. If you love anything other than Allah—any object, any person, or anything at all—you will only find pain in return. As you are now."
"But Dad, it was Allah who put her love in my heart. I can't not stop loving her now, Dad. My heart is in so much pain."
"Trust in Allah, my son. He will make everything alright."
Hamdan hugged his father and broke down in tears. Imran could only offer him comfort. That was all he could do now.
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Three years later...
Ruksana arrived home from school exhausted, only to be met with her sister-in-law's taunting voice.
"You're finally here, madam. Why did you take so long today? Did you find another lover somewhere?"
Ruksana closed her eyes tightly. For the past few days, her sister-in-law had been treating her with nothing but disdain. Perhaps her presence had become a burden to them, even though she paid her own way. Still, her sister-in-law seemed to see her as nothing more than a nuisance.
"Bhabhi, there were extra classes for the children," Ruksana replied softly.
"Extra classes or something else," her sister-in-law scoffed. "Look, girl, you've already brought us a lot of shame. Don't embarrass us any further. You and your lover have already ruined our reputation. I'm begging you, for my sake. I have two children too, and I need to get them married someday."
Tears welled up in Ruksana's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and ran to her room. She didn't know what sin she had committed to deserve such punishment.
Locking the door behind her, she leaned against it and let the tears flow freely. There was nothing left but to cry. But at that moment, she felt a surge of hatred for someone: Hamdan Ashraf.
"I will never forgive you, Hamdan. Never," she said through gritted teeth.
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"Ruksana, Ruksana..."
Ruksana was ready for school when she heard Afroza's shrill voice calling out to her. "Listen, we're running low on some household supplies. Bring them along when you come back."
Bhabhi (sister-in-law) gave her orders and walked away. Ruksana looked at the long list of items in her hand and let out a deep sigh.
Just two days ago, Bhabhi had taken a hefty sum from her to get the house repaired. It was the end of the month and she had very little money left, barely enough to cover her own basic needs.
But she remained silent, knowing that any protest would only invite Bhabhi's ridicule.
She quietly made her way to school.
While returning from school, she felt a strange sense of unease. Her hands were laden with shopping bags. She had bought all the items Bhabhi had listed. And now she didn't even have the money to go home.
The sun was beating down mercilessly today. And she was clad in a niqab and burqa. Despite the sweltering heat, she didn't remove her burqa or lift her niqab. Her elder brother and colleagues had advised her to carry a large shawl to cover herself, to maintain her modesty. But Ruksana refused. She felt comfortable only in her niqab and burqa.
It was midday and the road was deserted.
Today, Ruksana felt a peculiar sensation, as if someone was following her.
She would take a few steps and then stop, turning around to look behind her. But she saw no one.
Ruksana thought she must be imagining things.
But then, she noticed two boys standing a short distance away. Their appearance suggested they were up to no good. Ruksana's heart pounded in her chest. These boys always blocked her way when she was returning from school. She always ignored them. Often, she would walk home with her colleague Raisa. But today, due to some errands at the market, she was late and had to walk home alone.
Seeing Ruksana walking home alone, the two loafers seemed to have found a new toy. They started making lewd remarks and whistling at her. Ruksana walked silently, the two loafers following close behind. She gripped her shopping bags tightly, her pace quickening.
Ruksana's lips trembled. She felt a surge of fear and anger. She decided to ignore them and keep walking. But the loafers grew bolder, their taunts becoming more aggressive.
Ruksana's heart pounded in her chest. She felt trapped, like a helpless prey being stalked by predators.
She was walking with her head down when she collided harshly with someone. Instinctively, she looked up and her eyes, peeking out from behind her niqab, widened in surprise and fear. Standing before her was the man she never wanted to see again.
"Hamdan Ashraf."
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He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he.
His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable.
His father, Imran, entered the room, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that unfolded before him. The room was in complete disarray—furniture overturned, shards of glass littering the floor. Amidst the chaos, his son sat on the floor, his head buried in his hands. Imran's heart ached for him, the sight of his despair too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hamdan," he called out gently, his voice laced with love and concern. Hamdan looked up, his eyes swollen and red, his hair disheveled. "dad, she's married," he croaked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She's someone else's wife now. And I'm left empty-handed. Look at me."
Imran's heart sank. Just a few days ago, his son had been brimming with joy, ready to embark on a new chapter in his life. But now, he was a mere shadow of his former self, broken and lost.
"My son, gather yourself," Imran said, his voice firm yet compassionate. "She was not meant for you. Place your trust in Allah; He will make things right."
"Why has Allah done this to me?" Hamdan cried out, his voice filled with anguish. "I didn't do anything wrong. I loved her, I wanted to make her mine, the halal way, but still, she was not mine. Why, Dad? Why did this happen?"
Imran knelt beside him, his own eyes moistening. "We don't know why it happened, my son, but I can say with absolute certainty that Allah Ta'ala must have something good in store for you."
"But what am I going to do now, Dad? How will I live without her? You don't understand, Dad. I feel like she has become a part of me. My heartbeat only speaks her name. I don't know how she's gotten into my soul, Dad."
Imran felt like he was looking at a madman, a Majnu who had lost himself in the love of a woman. "Son, maybe you've made a mistake here. If you love anything other than Allah—any object, any person, or anything at all—you will only find pain in return. As you are now."
"But Dad, it was Allah who put her love in my heart. I can't not stop loving her now, Dad. My heart is in so much pain."
"Trust in Allah, my son. He will make everything alright."
Hamdan hugged his father and broke down in tears. Imran could only offer him comfort. That was all he could do now.
----------
Three years later...
Ruksana arrived home from school exhausted, only to be met with her sister-in-law's taunting voice.
"You're finally here, madam. Why did you take so long today? Did you find another lover somewhere?"
Ruksana closed her eyes tightly. For the past few days, her sister-in-law had been treating her with nothing but disdain. Perhaps her presence had become a burden to them, even though she paid her own way. Still, her sister-in-law seemed to see her as nothing more than a nuisance.
"Bhabhi, there were extra classes for the children," Ruksana replied softly.
"Extra classes or something else," her sister-in-law scoffed. "Look, girl, you've already brought us a lot of shame. Don't embarrass us any further. You and your lover have already ruined our reputation. I'm begging you, for my sake. I have two children too, and I need to get them married someday."
Tears welled up in Ruksana's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and ran to her room. She didn't know what sin she had committed to deserve such punishment.
Locking the door behind her, she leaned against it and let the tears flow freely. There was nothing left but to cry. But at that moment, she felt a surge of hatred for someone: Hamdan Ashraf.
"I will never forgive you, Hamdan. Never," she said through gritted teeth.
---------
"Ruksana, Ruksana..."
Ruksana was ready for school when she heard Afroza's shrill voice calling out to her. "Listen, we're running low on some household supplies. Bring them along when you come back."
Bhabhi (sister-in-law) gave her orders and walked away. Ruksana looked at the long list of items in her hand and let out a deep sigh.
Just two days ago, Bhabhi had taken a hefty sum from her to get the house repaired. It was the end of the month and she had very little money left, barely enough to cover her own basic needs.
But she remained silent, knowing that any protest would only invite Bhabhi's ridicule.
She quietly made her way to school.
While returning from school, she felt a strange sense of unease. Her hands were laden with shopping bags. She had bought all the items Bhabhi had listed. And now she didn't even have the money to go home.
The sun was beating down mercilessly today. And she was clad in a niqab and burqa. Despite the sweltering heat, she didn't remove her burqa or lift her niqab. Her elder brother and colleagues had advised her to carry a large shawl to cover herself, to maintain her modesty. But Ruksana refused. She felt comfortable only in her niqab and burqa.
It was midday and the road was deserted.
Today, Ruksana felt a peculiar sensation, as if someone was following her.
She would take a few steps and then stop, turning around to look behind her. But she saw no one.
Ruksana thought she must be imagining things.
But then, she noticed two boys standing a short distance away. Their appearance suggested they were up to no good. Ruksana's heart pounded in her chest. These boys always blocked her way when she was returning from school. She always ignored them. Often, she would walk home with her colleague Raisa. But today, due to some errands at the market, she was late and had to walk home alone.
Seeing Ruksana walking home alone, the two loafers seemed to have found a new toy. They started making lewd remarks and whistling at her. Ruksana walked silently, the two loafers following close behind. She gripped her shopping bags tightly, her pace quickening.
Ruksana's lips trembled. She felt a surge of fear and anger. She decided to ignore them and keep walking. But the loafers grew bolder, their taunts becoming more aggressive.
Ruksana's heart pounded in her chest. She felt trapped, like a helpless prey being stalked by predators.
She was walking with her head down when she collided harshly with someone. Instinctively, she looked up and her eyes, peeking out from behind her niqab, widened in surprise and fear. Standing before her was the man she never wanted to see again.
"Hamdan Ashraf."
------
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