Irfan_solangi
Zayan was born rich. Big houses, lots of help. He never had to ask for anything. Life was planned for him.
But then he started having strange dreams. Faces he didn't know. Eyes that looked angry. A hungry feeling inside. And a voice that kept saying, "You took what wasn't yours."
He didn't tell anyone. How could he? He didn't even know what it meant. He just felt like he didn't fit anymore. Like a shirt that was too small.
So one morning, he just left. Not forever, just far away.
He learned to hide. To sleep in small rooms with strangers. He used silence to protect himself. People thought he was like them - no name, no money, no family history. It was easier that way. Safer.
But the truth doesn't stay hidden just because you don't talk about it. Zayan knew that some part of him would always be rich, no matter how he pretended.
Sometimes, he helps people without them knowing. Money slipped under the door. A doctor's bill paid. A chance given with no name attached. He told himself it meant something.
Then he met Meher.
She was sharp and didn't care about his act. She didn't ask about his past. It was like she already knew it and didn't like how it ended.
But Zayan stayed. With her, he didn't have to pretend. He was just himself. He felt seen.
But secrets are heavy. The longer he kept his, the more he wondered: Who am I really? Am I just living another lie?
And if he finally tells her the truth - his real name - will she leave?
Poor Who? is about lives we borrow, quiet moments of truth, and a love that doesn't save you, but makes you want to save yourself.