This is a tender, slow-burning journey of emotional rebirth and unexpected connection. At its heart is Haaya, a once-celebrated novelist whose words once moved millions-but who now finds herself silenced by grief, estranged from her own voice and identity. Withdrawn from the world, she wanders into a quiet, near-forgotten bookstore tucked between the chaos of the city. There, hidden in the folds of time, she discovers a bundle of anonymous letters-raw, poetic, and achingly familiar. Each one seems to echo the pain she's buried deep within herself.
The letters become her silent companions, guiding her gently back to life, to self-love, and to a version of herself she thought she'd lost forever.
But behind those letters is Elyaan Sayyed-a reclusive, emotionally guarded man with a past as fractured as hers. A former architect turned writer, Elyaan has spent years pouring his soul into words he never meant anyone to read. His letters were never meant to be found. And yet, through Haaya, they begin to breathe again.
"You've stolen something from me, Angel, and I don't plan to leave you alone until it is returned," he drawled, cornering her in her own living room with his large frame.
She cowered away from the man, "S-stolen something? But I- I don't even know you," her shaky voice squeaked in his overwhelming presence
She tried to shift away from the stranger only to be pinned against the wall harshly, "Oh, Angel, " he mocked, his hand wrapping itself around her throat in a threat, "Try that again."
He moved his lips to whisper against her ear, "I'd love to show you what happens when you try to avoid me."