THE WORLD KNOWS HIM AS THE RUTHLESS CEO . HIS EMPLOYEES WHISPER ABOUT HIS ARROGANCE. STRANGER THINK HE HATES WOMEN . BUT ONLY HE KNOWS THE TRUTH: his heart was shattered the day she left , leaving him with a daughter and wounds that never healed . He doesn't want love , he doesn't want trust . BUT WHEN OPPOSITE MEET , LINES BLUR - and sometimes the heart doesn't listen to reason .

221B Baker Street was not supposed to be my final destination. It was a pit stop. A temporary, financially questionable decision in one of the most expensive cities in the world. A place to exist quietly. To keep my head down, drink overpriced coffee, and avoid unpacking my emotional baggage. Then I met Sherlock Holmes. And quiet ceased to exist. One minute, I was just a tenant in a slightly dysfunctional flat. The next, I was the unwilling documentarian of absolute madness- ✔ Sherlock, the world's only consulting detective, who refuses to function like a normal human being. ✔ John Watson, who has reached new heights of exhaustion thanks to said detective. ✔ Mrs. Hudson, who is not a housekeeper but absolutely runs this place like a benevolent overlord. ✔ Molly Hooper, the forensic pathologist who is finally terrifying Sherlock (to my endless delight). ✔ Mycroft Holmes, who controls the British government but, more importantly, cannot figure out why I exist. ✔ Lestrade, who shows up mostly to suffer. ✔ And Rosie Watson, who is officially my tiny, all-knowing best friend. I am not a detective. I am not a hero. I am just the one thing Sherlock Holmes cannot deduce. My name is Safa. I babysit Rosie for extra cash, I document Baker Street's chaos out of sheer pettiness, and I gloat about my food just to drive Sherlock insane. I tell myself I don't belong here. That I am still just passing through. But the thing about living at Baker Street? You don't realize you're home until it's time to leave. And for once, Sherlock Holmes never saw it coming.

Mithila was completely drenched, but she didn't care. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she ran. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of the years was trying to pull her back, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. And then, she froze. Mazhar stood there, just a few feet away. He was soaked to the bone, rainwater dripping from his hair, running down his face, and pooling at his feet. Their eyes met. For a moment, both of them forgot to breathe. The rain fell heavier around them. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them, standing in the rain. "I left my car keys in the apartment," Mazhar said as though he was trying to convince himself that her sudden appearance had nothing to do with him. That she had only come to return something he had left behind. But deep down, Mazhar knew better. He had left the keys on purpose. It was a small, foolish act-a desperate attempt to see her one more time. He knew it was wrong since he was still holding onto something he should have let go of years ago. But some part of him, which still belonged to her entirely, had refused to walk away without leaving the door open-just a little. Now, standing in front of her, Mazhar felt like he got caught.He could see it in her face-that she knew. That she had uncovered the quiet desperation he had tried so hard to hide. "Did you come to return my keys?" he asked. Mithila didn't answer. She couldn't. The words caught in her throat, tangled with the sob that threatened to break free. And then, before she could think, she moved. Her feet carried her forward in a rush, her arms reaching out as though they had a will of their own. She threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly, desperately, as if she were afraid he might vanish. "Don't go, Mazhar" she choked out, her voice breaking as the tears spilled from her eyes, mingling with the rain. "Please...don't Go. Don't leave me alone again."

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual