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PrologueOmar forgot his existence, his eyes had frozen as the brown pupils dilated, his mind had focused entirely on the shadow. A flickering hope in the darkness as the water had coaxed its way towards him …he had struggled with his gait, the insane heart could never be reined. A captive had his own freedom of imagination that no forces could bind. She had tied him down, those eyes had dragged him to the stark reality of his life. Gently stripping him of the only thing he had ever owned, his pride. Today, as his palm withdrew from the fist, he looked at them carefully. The maze of lines had entangled his dreams , his life and even his love. He still remembered the first time he had seen her ….as he closed his eyes …..remembering her first image …it was not a place he would expect to see such a beautiful girl…infact a girl at all….he was not looking forward for anything in life ..till she had stepped in that room …the twilight in his world …her steps ..had changed everything …wish he could have re-winded. As he stared at the only picture that they had clicked together, Tahiras smile her innocence, the sparkle in her eyes. As he saw carefully, they never were a regular couple, they both were on the opposite sides of right and wrong. He smiled looking at his wrists handcuffed together, as memories peeked through his smiles, now entangled with her, a gentle reminder that he would be forever be The Convict.…

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Hindi-English readers enjoy the pulses of shaded chronicles- a journey through unspoken and unfelt emotions. A series of short stories that define life.…

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Based on the popular television series Beintehaa, this is a fan fiction with a twist. It starts from the third Tallaq scene and is redemption with a twist. I have changed few situations, added few characters and absolutely deleted few not so lovable ones . Its Beintehaa with a bit of Tadka, might be a bit heavy emotional at times. Love comes in many forms, this is one such attempt to show what unconditional love stands for to what extent of darkness can it lead to. Some love stories embed in our heart and minds ...some work beyond the realms of reality ...some beyond darkness ...but love always prevails ...true love always stands out ...to one such love story...to one such couple...Zaya ...Zain aur Aaliya ...Presenting Beintehaa Ishq, a roller coaster ride of emotions....gear up to smile, cry and fall in love…

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Prologue Omar forgot his existence, his eyes had frozen as the brown pupils dilated, his mind had focused entirely on the shadow. A flickering hope in the darkness as the water had coaxed its way towards him …he had struggled with his gait, the insane heart could never be reined. A captive had his own freedom of imagination that no forces could bind. She had tied him down, those eyes had dragged him to the stark reality of his life. Gently stripping him of the only thing he had ever owned, his pride. Today, as his palm withdrew from the fist, he looked at them carefully. The maze of lines had entangled his dreams , his life and even his love. He still remembered the first time he had seen her ….as he closed his eyes …..remembering her first image …it was not a place he would expect to see such a beautiful girl…infact a girl at all….he was not looking forward for anything in life ..till she had stepped in that room …the twilight in his world …her steps ..had changed everything …wish he could have re-winded. As he stared at the only picture that they had clicked together, Tahiras smile her innocence, the sparkle in her eyes. As he saw carefully, they never were a regular couple, they both were on the opposite sides of right and wrong. He smiled looking at his wrists handcuffed together, as memories peeked through his smiles, now entangled with her, a gentle reminder that he would be forever be The Convict.…

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Zain opened the album and gazed at it, smiling with tears at the face that was starring back. As the drops of salty feelings merged on the plastic covering of the pictures, he held it close to his heart. Wish things would be different, as memories painted their vibrant smiles and painful tears in the shadows of his eyes. Aaliya silently stood behind him, soaking the emotions that he had just vented out on her. Those set of eyes tore her down, how far could they walk together. Untangling relationships that never existed in the first place was clouding her mind. As she stepped back, closing the door yet again. Her soul was still lingering in the room somewhere, as Zain picked the broken glass piece and entrapped it in his fist. Blood seeped through to color Aaliyas face that laid smiling at him through those captured moments. Moments that had started all this ....Love or hate ...Pyaar yaa Waar…