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Assalamualaikum Heyy welcome back! Aaira here<3

หšห–๐“ข๐ŸŒทโœงหš.๐ŸŽ€โ‹†

Noor ul ain aka His noorโ‹†. ๐™š หš

Noor ul Ain Sheikh โ€” Aina.

21 winters young. Gentle as a prayer whispered at dawn. Light brown, Straight and shiny hair, Honey brown eyes. Sheโ€™s the kind of girl who hides pieces of herself in journals and folds her secrets into duas only Allah knows. People think sheโ€™s fragile โ€” but thereโ€™s a quiet courage in her that even she hasnโ€™t fully seen yet.

She spends her days studying peopleโ€™s minds, hoping to heal hearts like hers someday. A psychology student with a soul that listens more than it speaks. If you ever find her lost, youโ€™ll find her with a book, a warm cup of chai, or her forehead pressed to the prayer mat.

โ‹†หšเฟ” Zainul Abedin malik aka her Zain ๐œ—๐œšหšโ‹†

Zainul abedin Malik โ€“ Zain โ€“ 25. CEO of Malik Empire. Professor by choice. A man who moves through boardrooms like a storm but leaves the lecture hall softer than anyone imagines. To the world, heโ€™s ambition in a tailored suit โ€” but only his late-night prayers know how tired he really is.

He believes knowledge is power โ€” but faith is peace. And somewhere between his busy days and sleepless nights, thereโ€™s a name that brings him both: His noor.

หšห–๐“ข๐ŸŒทโœงหš.๐ŸŽ€โ‹†

Sheikh family:-

โ€ข Aamina Sheikh โ€“ Mother of Noor and Aafiya.

โ€ข Abbas Sheikh โ€“ Father of Noor and Aafiya.

โ€ข Aafiya Sheikh โ€“ elder Sister of Noor. 24 years old, Doctor

Malik Family:-

โ€ข Khadija Malik โ€“ Mother of Zainul abedin.

โ€ข Ibrahim Malik โ€“ Father of Zainul abedin.

Aziz family:-

โ€ข Neha Aziz โ€“ Mother of Asad, Sister of Ibrahim.

โ€ข Abeer Aziz โ€“ Father of Asad, Bother in law of Ibrahim.

โ€ข Asad Aziz โ€“ Cousin brother of Zain, 1 year older than Zain, 26, Doctor.

Best friends of Main leads:-

โ€ข Rayan Ali โ€“ Best friend of Zain since 7 years, A brother from another mother, 25.

โ€ข Ayat Suleman โ€“ Best friend of Noor since 15+ Years, A unbiological Sister of Noor, 21.

หšห–๐“ข๐ŸŒทโœงหš.๐ŸŽ€โ‹†

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His Noor: His Purest addiction

Noor ul Ain โ€” lovingly called Aina โ€” and Zain grew up with giggles echoing through sunlit courtyards and secret wishes whispered under the stars. Childhood best friends turned secret keepers, they became each otherโ€™s quiet strength long before they even knew what love truly meant.

When they were barely teenagers, their families sealed a promise โ€” an engagement that tied their innocent hearts for the future. But fate, ever so unpredictable, carried Zain far away to Finland for his studies, leaving Aina with nothing but memories and unspoken prayers.

Years drifted by like pages of an unopened letter. Distance tested what time had woven. And when life knocked Aina down with her father-in-lawโ€™s failing health, she clung to the only rope she knew โ€” her faith. In the sacred stillness of Madina, with tears wetting her palms and her whispered dua echoing through the courtyard, she begged her Rabb for his fatherโ€™s healingโ€ฆ her father-in-law who is as Equal to her father, and maybe, deep down, for a sign of him โ€” her Zain.

And prayers, when pure, always find their way. Under the soft hush of Madinaโ€™s peace, she looked up โ€” and there he was. Zain. His purest. Standing like an answered prayer, his eyes carrying every promise heโ€™d ever made.

Shocked, breathless, Aina did what her heart commanded โ€” she ran to him, her tears a testament to waiting done right, her hug a silent confession that distance canโ€™t dull what faith keeps alive.

In that moment, Madina witnessed a reunion crafted not by coincidence โ€” but by dua.

Tropes สšษž

โ€ข ๐“๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ เญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ เญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐€๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ ๐ž เญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซเญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐…๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐Ÿ๐žเญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญเญจเงŽ

โ€ข ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐žเญจเงŽ

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