Inara : His Hayati
๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ X ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ผ๐ก-๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐
A 22 ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ- ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ, orphan, ๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ learned early how to live without being seen.
She spoke softly, smiled rarely and endured endlessly.
Her beauty was very loud with a dusky skin tone - it lingered, like moonlight slipping through cracked walls.
Many thought her fragile.
None knew how much strength it took for her to stand every morning and face a world that never waited for he
Until fate noticed her.
Far away, beyond deserts soaked in secrets and cities built on fear, ruled a man whose name made grown men lower their gaze.
๐๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ผ๐ก-๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐
At ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐บ-๐ด๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐บ๐ฅ๐ข๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ญ-๐๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ฏ๐ช, a land where loyalty was law and betrayal was buried without names.
His heart had been buried years ago, sealed beneath loss and violence. Power followed him like a curse, and fear obeyed him like faith.
He trusted no one.
Until a forgotten village girl, who walked as if the earth itself had wounded her.
When their paths crossed, it wasn't love that stirred first.
It was something darker.
Older, unavoidable and claim.
And in that single moment, the Devil found what he never knew he was searching for -
His Hayati.
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