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Amaan Hashmi

Amaan Hashmi, a strikingly handsome man of 28, stood six feet tall with broad shoulders and a perfect physique, earning him the moniker of a 'Greek God'. His intense emerald eyes, sharp nose, and chiseled jawline were complemented by a charming dimpled smile. Though he exuded an air of effortless perfection, few knew about the golden heart beating beneath his impressive exterior. He was once the most eligible bachelor, brimming with life and ambition to conquer the world, admired by peers and entrepreneurs alike for his keen business acumen and engaging personality.

A self-made millionaire by 23, and the youngest son of the formidable Salar Hashmi, he was widely tipped, even by his elder brother, to be the future heir to Hashmi Industries. Given his powerful family and renowned surname, many mistakenly assumed him to be arrogant and self-centered; the reality, however, was quite the opposite.

Unlike many scions of wealthy families, Amaan never boasted about his father's money. Instead of relying on his father's reputation or financial support, he built his own company from the ground up, achieving remarkable success in a short period through sheer intelligence and hard work.

Born with a silver spoon, he was nonetheless the humblest of men, never taking anything for granted and never revealing his privileged background. He was determined to succeed based on his natural abilities, not his family name. He consistently topped his classes throughout his schooling and university days, yet never developed a high opinion of himself.

Money, fame, family background, intelligence, and a great personality—he possessed it all. Despite his fortunate circumstances, he never shied away from a challenge or hardship. His thriving business and cheerful persona made him an object of both envy and admiration.

A persistent rumor circulated that good looks were hereditary in the Hashmi household; his father and elder brothers were also blessed with striking features and a dashing presence. While Amaan was easily approachable, the same could not be said for his father and brother. Salar Hashmi, a ruthless business magnate, and his eldest son projected an invisible aura of nobility wherever they went.

Although Amaan bore a family resemblance, he was set apart by the dimples and emerald eyes he inherited from his mother, which would twinkle and deepen whenever he laughed.

These were the very first things that drew 'her' to him, even before she knew anything about his background. Upon learning Amaan was a scholarship student, she initially assumed he came from a struggling background when their paths crossed in university.

She was his batchmate and known as the university's most feared female. An outspoken extrovert, she had zero tolerance for injustice, regardless of how strong or influential the opponent. She never sugarcoated her opinions or minced words to gain favor. Though an average student academically, she possessed extraordinary courage.

In contrast to her female peers, she never wasted time fan-girling over jocks or striving to be a social butterfly. Instead, she was usually found with her loyal boy gang, who adored her despite her being the only female in the group.

A tall girl with signature light brown hair and matching eyes, she was envied by many for her beauty and a personality potent enough to take down anyone—a true beauty with both brains and guts.

Amaan's first encounter with her was nothing short of horrendous. Amaan was a business student, and she was an arts student. Mistaking him for a boy who had allegedly hit one of her gang members, she marched up to him in the library and grabbed his collar.

Amaan, immersed in planning his startup, frowned at the stranger's audacity. However, when he lifted his eyes, he was met with glaring brown orbs. His gaze was soon captivated by her baby hair brushing against her skin and her soft hair flitting around her like a halo. As his eyes tracked her moving lips, he found himself utterly mesmerized. She was lecturing him, tightening her grip on his collar, but that was the least of his concerns. A commotion was forming around them, yet his focus remained fixed on her features.