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Ayana Yusuf has spent her whole life trapped in a house that hates her.
A forgotten daughter.
A living ghost.
A girl raised on bruises, silence, and cold floors.
Wicked relatives, greedy siblings, a father who hated her, and a stepmother who ruled with malice-none would suspect that the girl they tormented would be their worst nightmare.
No one saw her suffering.
No one cared.
Except him.
Long before Ayana ever learned his name, he was already watching her.
A shadow in the hallways.
A silhouette behind the garden windows.
A presence that made her heartbeat stutter in fear... and something else.
He saw every scar she hid.
He heard every sob she swallowed.
He memorized the way she broke-
and he memorized how he would put her back together.
But Zayd Morano was not a saviour.
Saviours don't stalk the girls they want.
Saviours don't bleed for them.
Saviours don't whisper poetry about burning the world just to warm her frozen bones.
"Ayana," his voice crawled into her dreams,
"Don't try me,I'm not burning the world alone ,I'll burn you... and write poetry with your ashes ."
She tried to run from his darkness.
She tried to escape the eyes that followed her everywhere.
But you can't outrun a man who learned your soul before he learned your name.
Zayd is the storm she never asked for-
the kind that destroys first, then rebuilds with blood on his hands.
The kind that would
burn her, ruin her, shatter her,
and still write poetry with her ashes.
Who is he to her?
A stalker?
A savior?
A curse?
Or the only man who ever truly saw her Because in Zayd's world,
what is broken is his to rebuild-
what is hunted is his to claim-
and what he loves... he never loses.
This is not a love story.
This is a dark romance of trauma, obsession, vengeance, and the girl who didn't know she deserved a life outside pain.
She was the curse they whispered about.
But she is also the storm they never survived.