The florist and Her Biker

"Do you need anything else, sir?" Haya asked politely, her voice warm and gentle.

"I do," he replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

She blinked, waiting for him to continue. "What do you need, then?" she asked again, maintaining her calm composure.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in slightly. "I need you."

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Haya was a ray of sunshine, born in Hyderabad and raised there for seventeen years before moving to Germany. She found solace in flowers...whenever sadness crept into her heart, she would lose herself in arranging bouquets or tending to her plants. Baking was another passion, especially desserts, where she could pour her love into every creation. Her faith was her anchor, making her one of the most devoted souls one could find in Germany.

Zyran was chaos personified. A storm in human form, drowning in fights, smoke, and the intoxicating haze of nightclubs. He was the definition of trouble..the kind that made heads turn. Strikingly handsome, almost ethereal, with an aura that was both captivating and dangerous. He neither believed in faith nor cared for it. Flowers and sweets? He despised them.

Yet somehow, in the collision of light and darkness, their worlds were about to change forever.

Let's dive into their journey.