Zyra had a plan: London, fashion school, and a life of freedom. Fate had a different itinerary: Islamabad, family politics, and a life she never asked for. Uprooted from the UK and dropped into the heart of Pakistan's capital, Zyra feels less like a beloved granddaughter and more like a bird in a gilded cage. To her family, she is the "Golden Child"-the only granddaughter in a dynasty of men, a porcelain doll to be worshipped, pampered, and protected. She is used to being the center of the universe, dazzling everyone with her honey-colored eyes and sharp tongue. Everyone falls at her feet. Everyone, except him. Zavian. The one cousin who remains immune to her charm. Where others see a princess, he sees a brat. Where others offer gifts, he offers silence. He is the cold, unyielding rock to her turbulent ocean, and his indifference drives her mad. But hatred is a feeling just as intense as love. They say Dilaab is a flame that burns brightly. But when a girl made of fire meets a boy made of ice, will the resulting blaze light up their worlds-or burn them both to ashes?