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She was running as fast as she could. "No, this is not happening. I will not give in, and I will never marry him. I hate him, I hate him, I fucking hate him," she chanted under her breath as she ran for her life. Her feet, bare and bleeding from the jagged stones, carried her through the dense jungle. He was right behind her, chasing her like a predator, his bloodshot eyes locked on her. He was faster than she was. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, turning her around and pinning her roughly against a tree. She panted heavily, still fighting and thrashing to break free from his iron grip.She suddenly stopped struggling and began breathing heavily, as though she couldn't catch her breath. Azaan noticed and, panicking, cradled her face in his hands, leaning in to help her. Seizing the opportunity, she snatched the gun from his pocket and aimed it at him. His expression darkened instantly.
Azhaan Shah.
Everyone knew his name. He was scary in his own way... untouchable, unreachable, and yet, the perfect guy in everyone's eyes. A businessman. A successful one. A man with secrets carved into his very existence-danger wrapped in elegance. To the world, he was everything they wanted to be, everything they couldn't touch.
Beeah Fatima.
A university student. Innocent like sunshine, untouched by the darkness of the world. People loved her wherever she went-she lit up rooms without even trying, always at the center of everything, always admired. To everyone, she was perfection.But what they didn't know was that perfection came with cracks. Beeah carried a past no one saw, a wound buried beneath her smile. A past she blamed herself for.She was the girl who looked like light, but inside... she was learning how to live with shadows.
Two opposites. His darkness. Her light. Both carrying secrets no one else could see.
And nobody knew what the future held...