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"š——š—¶š—¹ š—ŗš—®š˜ š—¹š—®š—“š—®š—¼ š—±š—¼š—°š˜š—¼š—æ, š˜š˜‚š˜ š—·š—®š˜†š—²š—“š—®....." ~ š—”š˜†š—®š—øš˜€š—µ "š—žš—¼š˜€š—µš—¶š˜€š—µ š—øš—®š—æš—øš—² š—±š—²š—øš—µ š—¹š—¶š—·š—¶š˜†š—²... š—µš—®š—æ š˜š˜‚š˜š—² š˜š˜‚š—øš—±š—² š—½š—² š—Æš—µš—¶ š˜€š—¶š—æš—³ š—µš˜‚š—ŗš—®š—æš—¶ š—»š—®š—³š—æš—®š˜ š—¹š—¶š—øš—µš—¶ š—µš—¼š—“š—¶......" ~ š—”š—¼š—¼š—æ Noor Farooqi is a medical student who has just completed her graduation and is now working as a doctor in her own hospital. She is the sunshine-brave and fearless, afraid of no one but Allah. For her, Allah is watching every step she takes. She loves her family deeply. Nayksh Dhyani, as his name suggests, is someone balanced between power and peace, action, and contemplation. Yes, that's exactly who he is. He always wanted to be a Confectioner, but his father didn't approve. So, he ended up becoming one anyway. He doesn't care about his father's opinion. He doesn't really like his family, except for his mother and sister-they are the only people for whom he would die or take a life. "Marne ke liye humari hi scooty mili hain aapko?" she said angrily, continuing to speak as he silently admired her-not staring, but appreciating. "Kya dekh rahe hain?" she asked in anger. "Nihaar raha hoon, kaisa lagta hain kisi mein kho jana," he whispered softly. He was the first to fall, but one night changed everything-his love turned into deep hate. "Aap mere bhaiya ka kuch nahi bigaad sakte, Allah miya hain unke sath," she said firmly while he tied her hands with ropes He looked into her eyes. "Trust me, Noor, I can ruin his whole existence. Ab tak bas chahat dekhi hain tumne, meri ab nafrat ki baari hain," he said, grabbing her neck-not twisting it, but enough to make her feel his hate was as real as his silent love once was. What's the story? Why this revenge? Is this something new, or just another rivalry tale?

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