His Passion, Her Love

 

❤👭👰📚🤵🏭🤰.....

 

He is just seventeen, driven by passion.

She is fifteen, surrendering to love—

for him, she is his friend, companion, cousin, and now wife,

a bond he longs to honor with all earnestness.

For her, he was once a playmate, a secret keeper, an executor of her wishes,

and now he is her husband, her confidant,

her Majazi Khuda—her Pati Parameshwar.

 

Simply her Hubby Godly!  ,, divine in his devotion.

He is just seventeen, driven by passion.

She is fifteen, surrendering to love — her Majazi Khuda /  Pati Parameshwar! –

 

 Simply her Hubby God!

His Passion, Her Love is my humble yet bold attempt 🔞—an emotional journey through love, a sensual longing melted in passion, weighed down by duty, and the search for identity. It follows two young souls torn between surrendering to the world, carving their own path, or fighting for each other.

Some parts may make you smile. Some may leave you conflicted. But it’s not my wish 💔—it’s just how my characters behave. 🤦‍♀️ They’re messy, raw, and real. And I let them be.

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When Fakhir’s father, Zaheer, suffers a heart attack, his final wish is to see his son married. The chosen bride is Ainni — Fakhir’s cousin, raised in the same household, bonded by blood and tradition. Both Fakhir and Ainni opposed the union. They questioned it, resisted it, even fought and rebelled against it ; both had their own strong Reasons.

Yet their voices were drowned beneath the urgency of legacy, the weight of tradition, and the pressing need to fulfill Zaheer’s final wish. The elders moved swiftly, silencing hesitation. And so, despite their fierce protests, the two were bound together in holy matrimony—in the solemn vow of nikah—not by their own choosing, but by the will of those who claimed to know what was best.

The joy of marriage and celebration vanished like smoke in the wind. Zaheer’s deepest fear had come true—he was gone, and with him disappeared the beautiful, cherished, perfect world Fakhir had known. As the young heir of the Shah family, a legacy heavy with expectation and a merciless burden now crashed down upon his young shoulders.

For Ainni, the world she had dreamed of—one where she could learn, grow, and stand as an independent woman—shattered in an instant. The life she had wished for herself was replaced by duty and expectation.

In their roles, they face pressure differently: Fakhir, a young husband and heir, struggles under the weight of his father’s legacy. Ainni, a new wife, is torn between her dreams and the wifely duties she must fulfill.

Though both were left shunned, unprepared, and trapped in their own struggles, standing alone under the weight of circumstances they had never chosen, they found in each other a fragile solace—a quiet refuge amid the storm.

What the elders saw as a symbolic union soon becomes real in every sense. A doll marriage played by “Adults” with “real people”

Their tender age is marked by curiosity and awakening. In the privacy of their shared room, they explore each other—not out of rebellion, but out of longing and emotional need.  In those Nights when Fakhir’s passion for Ainni and her surrender to him in love eventually create a life—unexpected, unplanned, and unaware—finally lead to one fateful day: a secret that explodes into scandal.

The family is shaken. Society whispers. Their future shared or not is no longer their own..

Now, as they prepare for their child’s arrival, how will Fakhir and Ainni navigate the uncharted waters of parenthood, their bond tested by immense pressure? Still young and untouched by the harsh truths of adulthood, naive to the judgments of society, and never exposed to its demands—will they falter or flourish as they stumble through responsibilities no one has guided them to face?

Common – lets find out together …

 

PS : This story is set in a fictional third-world country, Not India Not Pakistan, Or it can be Any. I'm exercising my writer's privilege here.