Rangrez (Rang-rez): Someone who colours " Have you lost your mind?" shouted Zoraiz. He was just about ready to take Arisha and look her in a room with him. "No, I have given it a great deal of thought," Arisha replied calmly as she backed her bare essentials in a backpack. "Maine tumhe wahan jane ki ijazzat nahi di" Zoraiz said in a cold voice, that would freeze hell over. "Aap mujhe ijazzat dein, is baat ka haq maine apko nahi diya," Arisha said with a fire in her words that would burn all of heaven. Standing there glaring at each other, they were at crossroads. And of them knew the road they took would break them or make them. ********************************************* In Islam, it is believed that everyone has been made in pairs. That means there is someone especially for you. For Arisha and Zoraiz this belief means nothing. But what happens when both of them collide with each other and bring new colours to each other baren lives? They do not want to give in, but can't help but fall. What happens when the politics of a country threatens to tear apart everything they do love? Find out more with a journey of love, pain, politics and colours! ************************************* Cover credit : @NattKuznetsov
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