"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡... ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴɪᴛᴜᴇꜱ?" 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? It doesn't knock. It breaks in. "𝐎𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲..𝐎 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲...𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐚.. 𝐏𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚." (Adnan Dhool) They weren't looking for love. They were just trying to make it through school. But fate had other plans. 𝐀𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 × 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 A prisoner of the heart. A worshipper of it. Two kinds of love in one story.