THE FLAMES OF MY HEART BY ADEEN

The streets were still quiet when Zara stepped out, her scarf gently pinned and her eyes focused on the dusty road ahead. The early morning azaan echoed through the sky, a soft reminder of purpose. She carried a worn-out backpack and wore the same old shoes she had been patching up for months. Her world was small-just her parents, her dreams, and a silent promise to never let them down.

She was an ordinary girl, raised in a simple home, where tea was served in chipped cups, and love showed up in warm rotis and quiet duas.

In a completely different world, miles away, the sunlight streamed into a luxury mansion guarded by iron gates and imported cars. Zayan Khan threw his designer jacket on the bed and glanced lazily at his phone-24 unread messages, most of them from girls begging for his attention. He was the only son of one of the country's richest businessmen. A millionaire's son, spoiled by wealth, but empty inside.

To him, the world was a playground. To her, it was a responsibility.

They didn't know each other yet.

But fate was already pulling invisible strings.

And it all started the day Zara walked into a university event-invited by a friend, dressed in the plainest clothes in a sea of glamour. She stood out, not because of beauty or wealth, but because of the calm in her eyes. Zayan noticed her-not in the way he noticed other girls-but because she didn't notice him at all.

For the first time, someone wasn't impressed.

And that made her unforgettable.