Fictional book name "WANTED ||18+"

  Rafiq’s POV Few years later...... The haveli was silent when I stepped inside, my tired body craving rest after a long day at the office.  A deep sigh left my lips as I glanced at the time—I had missed seeing my children before they slept.  The thought weighed on me, but I shook it off, removing my suit jacket and loosening my tie as I walked toward the stairs, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.   Just as I reached the steps, a small figure appeared before me—Anan, my niece, holding her soft teddy bear, her innocent eyes gleaming under the dim hallway lights.   "Rafiq Abbu!" she chirped, her tiny feet bouncing slightly.   I smiled despite myself. She was the eldest daughter of Zaid and Fiza—always a little rebel, but the sweetest one. Zaid often scolded her for calling me by name, but she never listened.   I crouched to her level, ruffling her silky hair.  "Anan, it’s late. Tum ab tak soyi nahi?"  She g...

  One month later.   **Dalia’s POV**   I ended the video call with a deep sigh, my fingers rubbing my sore neck. The conversation had been heavy—helping a young girl now placed under her grandparents’ care after the horrors of her stepfather’s abuse. Her trembling voice still echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t shake off the weight of her pain.   "Beta, hum aapka shukriya kaise ada karein?" her grandmother had said, eyes brimming with gratitude.   "Aap bas uska khayal rakhiye, yeh sab bhoolne mein waqt lagega," I had assured her, my heart aching for the little girl who reminded me so much of my own past.   With a weary exhale, I leaned back, feeling the dull ache in my lower back intensify.  My one-month pregnancy was already making its presence known—cravings, backaches, sore muscles. I instinctively placed a hand over my stomach, a soft smile tugging at my lips.   College was still unfinished, but during one of the se...