It is a love story, a romance, taken and twisted, with realistic misfortunes that can stop real love from blossoming. Two lovers, destined for each other, are torn apart physically by authority. She was a servant, an invisible woman, but he saw her and wanted her, there were obstacles, death, murder, seduction, imprisonment, betrayal, anything to keep them apart. But in the late hours, like a guardian angel, he came to her, in secret, and took care of her, offering his company of comforted silence. But he had a plan, he already knew what he wanted, and he no longer was going to allow anything to stand in their way, including the walls of her prison, for which he was willing to sacrifice everything for her freedom. When he finally gets to marry the woman his heart desires. Then how seriously would the phrase, "Till death do us part" affect them?
Heart-wrenching sounds of heavy breathing filled the cold, soundless, pitch-black night as a single living soul stood amongst an assembly of dead ones. His silhouette body could be seen glowing in the dark as it shook from the cold you might think, until his sobs ripped through the air.
His wails increased and decreased as he stood in front of the grave of his lover, who he had just buried.
Opening his mouth, desperately trying to inhale, he spoke weakly, "Is this how it feels?" He asked, earning no response, his knees buckled under him as he struggled to stand above the freshly, moist grave that his lover resides in.
"Is this how the lion felt when the flowery garden turned to dried weeds?" He continued to question with no response, making him weaker and weaker as he grabbed his aching chest, falling to his knees as a struggling choked-up cry escaped from his gaping mouth.
"What kind of husband puts dirt on his wife's face," he spat in utter disgust towards himself, before putting his hand on the dirt as an emotional chuckle left his throat.
"Oh how lucky you are, my love, to smell the fragrance of Jannah," he softly said, sitting back on his calves with his head low.
"Isn't it ironic, Sumayyah, how our love story is similar to that of Ali and Fatimah," he smiled sadly, remembering all the moments when they used to fall in love with the stories of the legendary couple.
"I guess it's only right that I recite their poem towards you," he said as his voice cracked and his sobs returned.
"What's wrong with me, Sumayyah? Standing at the graveyard saying salam to the one who passed. The grave of my lover, but she's not responding, Sumayyah, why are you not responding to my salam? Have you forgotten all of the intimate moments that were shared between the two of us?" He chokingly recited before breaking down as he tried to continue with his own words, "Have you forgotten that moment when our eyes met and our hearts connected or the spark that we felt when our hands first touched, have you forgotten me, Habibi?" He questioned as his heart began losing the desire for this world.
"What am I to do now, Sumayyah, whose soft, warm hands are going to wake me up for Tahuijad, and who is going to protect my exposed heart for the rib in front of it has perished, what am I to do, my darling Summyyah?" He asked before his face became void of emotions except his eyes showed signs of acceptance and realization.
Standing up on his once weak legs that suddenly gained strength, he raised his hands, made a short prayer for his beloved, and with one glance at her grave, he turned around and walked away, in the far distance, the rattling sound of a baby crying could be heard as a smile graced his lips his little butterfly, a gift he was blessed with, a piece of his beloved wife that remained with him. A baby girl, who he walked towards mumbling the very words that will haunt the whole of mankind until the end of times.
"Every soul shall taste death, and only on the Day of Judgment will you be paid your full recompense."
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."