Azara's mother, Nalini, stepped into the room, her presence commanding attention.
"Azara, you're 20. It's time to focus on your legacy," Nalini said, her voice firm.
Azara stood tall, her defiance simmering.
"I have my own dreams, Mother. Music is my passion."
Nalini's expression hardened.
"Passion doesn't pay the bills or secure our family's future."
Azara's frustration boiled over.
"Why can't you understand? Why must everything be about the business?"
Nalini's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Because, Azara, our family's reputation depends on it. Your father's political career..."
Azara interrupted, her voice rising.
"Father's career isn't my responsibility!"
Nalini's eyes flashed.
"You're a part of this family, Azara. You'll do what's expected."
The air was thick with tension.
Sophia slipped out of the room, sensing the storm.
Azara's thoughts reeled:
Why couldn't her parents see her for who she was?
Why must she choose between family and dreams?
As Nalini left, Azara felt a weight settle upon her.
She needed an escape, a refuge.
Her phone buzzed.
Azrael's text illuminated the screen:
"Meet me at the park. I need to show you something."
Azara's heart skipped a beat.
A lifeline in the chaos.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
