"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. In the end, we all just want someone- to hold us in our hardest, and happiest moments. Because love was never about who arrived first. It's about who stayed. 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲?

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞.𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.