IN HER DUA'S, HE CHANGED

Prologue: Power. Wealth. Respect. Fear. But not peace. Namaz was just a word to him. Dua was a joke. And love? That was weakness. Until she came. With her calm voice, firm faith, and unapologetic strength. She didn’t try to change him. She just… prayed for him. She led meetings in heels, offered salah in silence, and carried the Quran in her heart. She challenged his ego, softened his rage, and shook his soul. He mocked her hijab. She answered with mercy. He rejected Allah. She reminded him with her actions. He hated her at first. But every time he watched her pray… He felt something unfamiliar: regret. And slowly... He changed. Not for her. But because of what he saw through her. This is not just a love story. It’s a story of return. Of finding Allah through the one He sent as a silent guide. Characters Main Characters Haya Qureshi Age: 24 Role: Female Lead, CEO of her late father's company Personality: Confident, elegant, faithful, soft-spoken but fierce when needed Appearance: Wears hijab with stylish formal suits, drives herself, always carries herself with grace Traits: Prays regularly, kind-hearted, believes in halal love, strong connection with Allah Goal: To run her father’s legacy with values, and protect her faith in every space she enters --- Zayaan Alvi Age: 28 Role: Male Lead, Billionaire CEO Personality: Stone-hearted, arrogant, emotionally closed off, doesn’t believe in love or prayer Appearance: Always in black or grey suits, intense gaze, cold aura Traits: Workaholic, doesn’t pray, has childhood emotional wounds, hates weakness Goal: To grow his business empire — until Haya enters his life and slowly changes him from within --- Supporting Characters Zoya Qureshi Haya’s younger sister Funny, bubbly, stylish, also prays regularly Gives comic relief and supports her sister emotionally Ayan Alvi Zayaan’s cousin and best friend More relaxed, believes in love and Deen Secretly helps Haya and supports her influence on Zayaan Dadi Amma (Zayaan’s Grandmother) Very religious and soft-hearted Always prays that Zayaan returns to Allah Loves Haya instantly and supports the rishta Uncle Taimoor (Haya’s Father – Flashbacks) Former CEO, now passed away Appears in flashbacks giving Haya strength through his teachings Farah Aunty (Zayaan’s mother) Elegant but distant, emotionally hurt from past Wants Zayaan to marry but is scared he’ll destroy someone emotionally Chapter: 1 - Clash of CEO'S Venue: The Pearl Grand Hotel – Private Conference Room The sound of polished heels echoed as Haya Qureshi entered the boardroom. She wore a tailored navy-blue suit, matching hijab pinned neatly, confidence in every step. Behind her, a file in one hand and car keys in the other—this was not someone’s assistant. She was the CEO. On the other side of the long table, Zayaan Alvi sat with his arms folded, expression unreadable. Black-on-black suit, Rolex on his wrist, eyes sharp and cold. He wasn’t used to being kept waiting. Especially not by a woman. "You're late," he said flatly, not even standing. Haya placed the file in front of him. “Traffic. Karachi roads don’t care about money or ego.” He looked up at her. Slowly. “And you think I care about excuses?” She raised one eyebrow. “I don’t care what you care about, Mr. Alvi. I’m here to finalize a business deal, not impress you.” A short silence. Ayan, Zayaan’s right hand, tried to hold back a smile. “Boss vs Boss.” Zayaan leaned back, scanning her. “CEO Qureshi, huh?” he muttered. “Suits, cars, board meetings... but still holding onto that hijab and tasbih?” “Hijab is my identity. Tasbih is my peace. And business is my field,” she replied coolly. “You don’t need to understand it. Just respect it.” He wasn’t used to being challenged. Especially not by someone so... composed. “Let me guess,” he smirked, “You offer Namaz between client calls?” She gave a small smile. “Actually, yes. Because my Rabb doesn’t wait.” That hit something inside him—too deep, too buried. He looked away. Haya picked up her file. “Let’s cut the ego. You need Qureshi Group’s legal power. I need Alvi Holdings’ network. We either talk business, or we walk out.” Zayaan stared at her for a moment. Not as a woman. Not even as competition. But as someone who just… shook his foundation. “I hate people who think they’re always right,” he muttered. “And I hate people who forgot Allah is always watching,” she replied, calm as ever. The room fell silent again. For the first time in years, Zayaan Alvi was speechless. And for the first time ever, he felt... challenged. Not just by a business mind—but by a believing heart. Chapter 2: The Ties That Bind The door to the conference room shut behind her, but Haya’s heart was still racing Not from fear. Not for fury The audacity of that man. Zayaan Alvi. Arrogant. Disrespectful. Completely unaware of how words can wound. But she had faced worse. This was business. She took a deep breath and walked out of the hotel lobby, ignoring the whispering staff and photographers who had gathered at the entrance. CEO Qureshi and CEO Alvi seen together? The media would love that. As she drove off, she whispered softly, “Ya Allah, guide the ones who are lost. And protect my heart from pride.” --- Back at Alvi Mansion, the silence was unusual. Dadi Amma was seated on the prayer mat, tasbih in hand, as usual. But today, her eyes were filled with something more. Hope. “Ammi,” Zayaan’s mother, Farah Aunty, said gently, “he’ll never agree. He doesn’t even believe in marriage, let alone one arranged by us.” Dadi Amma didn’t reply. She just smiled. “He doesn’t believe in Allah, Farah. But Allah still believes in him. Just wait.” --- Later that evening Zayaan had just stepped out of the shower when Hamza knocked. “You’re going to want to hear this,” Ayan said, handing over his phone. Zayaan raised an eyebrow. “Another fake scandal?” “No. A rishta proposal.” Zayaan stared at him. “Are you joking?” “It’s from the Qureshi family.” The room went still.. Zayaan’s jaw clenched. “That hijabi CEO?” Ayan nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your new favorite.” Zayaan tossed the phone on the bed. “She’s not even my type.” “You don’t have a type. You don’t believe in love.” “I believe in logic,” Zayaan said coldly. “And marrying a woman who quotes Quran in board meetings is not logical.” Ayan shrugged. “Tell that to your Dadi. She already said yes.” --- Meanwhile at Qureshi Villa Haya was stunned. “What do you mean... rishta?” she asked her chachi, heart pounding. “It’s not just anyone, beta. Zayaan Alvi. His Dadi called today. She saw you at the conference on TV and instantly liked you.” Haya froze. The same man who mocked her hijab? The same man who rolled his eyes at her salah? “No,” she whispered. “You don’t have to say yes,” Chachi said softly. “But... think about it. Maybe Allah writes strange stories for strong people.” Haya went to her room, sat by the window, and prayed Istikhara. Not for love. Not for wealth. But for guidance. --- The Next Day – Alvi Mansion Zayaan stood with his arms folded as Dadi Amma smiled warmly. “She’s not like the girls you’re used to,” Dadi said softly. “Exactly,” he replied dryly. “She prays for people instead of changing them. She has Deen, dignity... and dua.” Zayaan laughed bitterly. “I don’t need a prayer machine. I need peace.” Dadi’s eyes didn’t waver. “Then maybe she is what you need.” Sometimes, Allah writes the most unexpected chapters in our lives when we least expect them. A hijabi girl who carried the Quran in her heart and the world on her shoulders. A broken man who believed power could replace peace. Two souls on opposite ends of belief… now standing at the edge of something bigger than themselves. This wasn’t just a rishta. It was a test. Of ego. Of patience. Of faith. And neither of them knew — the real deal had only just begun.