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Two families.
One house.
And a love that began long before they understood its name.
Emaad Zaman and Zoya Siddiqui have grown up within the same walls since childhood sharing the same courtyard, the same laughter, the same festivals, and sometimes the same silence. What began as innocent companionship slowly deepened into something neither of them dared to speak aloud.
He became an architect who sees the world in lines and possibilities.
She became a doctor who heals with quiet strength.
Their dreams grew, their paths expanded, yet their hearts remained rooted in the same home.
But love, especially between first cousins in a traditional Muslim family, is both familiar and forbidden.
Bound by family expectations, cultural responsibility, and unspoken emotions, Emaad and Zoya must navigate a world where every glance, every touch, every moment is watched.
As they grow from playful children to determined young adults, their bond shifts gentle, unspoken, burning. Between misunderstandings, protective instincts, jealousy, and destiny, they are pulled toward each other again and again.
In a house where families intertwine and histories run deep, they must ask themselves one question:
Is love still love if it lived with us all along?
Slow-burn. Emotional. Tender.
A journey of two hearts raised under one roof and the love that never needed to be found, because it was always there.