**Zoha's POV:**

"Ayat, come on, hurry up! We are not going to a wedding; we are going shopping," I said, feeling frustrated.

"I'm just coming," she replied from her room. After a few minutes, my dear sister appeared in front of me, and seeing me waiting, she smiled and said, "Let's go now."

"Allah Hafiz, Ammi," we both said to our mother as we left the house. Together, we stepped out into the world outside.

A few minutes later

"There isn't much crowd in the market today," Ayat said to me, tapping my shoulder.

"Hmm, normally there isn't this much crowd," I replied.

"Did any celebrity come here?" Ayat asked, getting excited.

"If BTS comes, my life will be set," I replied to her. I let my imagination run wild "Behan, don't daydream." Ayat playfully hit my helmet and exclaimed, "Jaani, ye sapna nahi, mere jeene ki wajah hai!" I imitated her tone, and we both laughed at our conversation.

Somehow, we made it to the market, and after doing our shopping, we headed towards my scooty, Dhanno. Suddenly, right in front of me, someone hit Dhanno from behind. My scooty fell, and the left side mirror broke. I was helpless as I watched this happen.

Angrily, I approached the car driver and knocked on his window, signaling him to get out of the car. He complied and stood in front of me. For a moment, I thought, "Oh my God, can a person be this tall? He must be at least 6 feet! It seems Allah has given all the height to this man, which is why I didn't get any." But then I reminded myself to focus on the situation at hand.

I snapped back to reality and said to the 6-foot-tall man, "Hello, mister, do you know how to drive a car, or have you left your eyesight at home?"

I was staring at him, but he seemed unfazed like I was gazing at a statue. My anger intensified, and I continued, "You just ruined my Dhanno! I'm offended, and instead of being ashamed, you're standing there like a statue. A decent person would at least say sorry."

In the meantime, a crowd began to gather, and people started honking their horns. Ayat came closer and said, "Zoha, let's go; Ammi must be waiting." I looked at Ayat and replied, "What about Dhanno? I want justice."

Ayat placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "Let's go home now; we can get it fixed." Once more, I glanced back at the tall man who had collided with my scooty. He was still looking at me, and I shot him an angry look before adjusting Dhanno properly and heading home with Ayat.

**Arsh's POV:**

Damn that horn! It ruined such a beautiful moment. She was right in front of me, and those eyes could take my life someday. I knew I had to do something, but what? I quickly thought that I should at least apologize, but by the time I gathered my thoughts, she was already walking away, glancing back at me. I was sure those eyes would be my downfall.

She left, taking my peace along with her, and then the horn blew again. I scowled and sat back in my car. Somehow, I managed to drive away and park in the hotel's parking area. I took a moment to think about that encounter. How could someone be so incredibly beautiful just by their eyes? I found myself laughing and feeling frustrated even while I sat there, but it was clear she wouldn't recognize me.

Just the thought of her brought a strange glow and a smile to my face. "See you soon, my amore," I whispered before getting out of my car and walking toward my room.

**Back to Zoha's POV:**

I was in a bad mood the whole way home. Once I arrived, I went straight to our room, played a BTS song, put on my earphones, and fell asleep.

When I woke up at 7 o'clock, I came out of the room. Ayat was sitting in the lounge while my mother was busy in the kitchen. Seeing me, Ayat said, "You came at the right time; pizza is on its way." I went straight to the couch and started watching TV.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Ayat ran to answer it.

My sister took another box with the pizza and sat near me. She was busy opening the pizza box. At that time, I asked her by pointing towards the other box, "What was in this?"

I was looking at the box with a strange

expression when Ayaat said, "You gave that car driver a tough time today." I turned to her and started to respond, but then Ammi came over from the kitchen and asked, "Who did she scold?" I gave her a warning glance, signaling her not to say anything. However, my sister always did the opposite; she relayed everything to Ammi like a parrot.

Ayat was sharing everything with Ammi, who was looking at me angrily. In the middle of this, Ayat said, "Come on, say whatever you want; the guy was very handsome, wasn't he, Zoha?" With this, Ayat and Ammi's focus completely shifted from me to her. Ammi replied, "Aren't you being very shameless? Just wait, I'll tell you how handsome he was!" She twisted Ayat's ear playfully, prompting Ayat to exclaim, "Ammi! Ammi! I was just speaking the truth. My ear still hurts-ouch, Ammi!"

"Handsome my foot he has broken my Dhanno's mirror, if we meet again then I also have to break his car's headlight" Just as I said this, in the meantime, my mother twisted my ears and held the ears of boour ears she started saying "You both are spoiling a lot" while laughing.

Seeing Amma laughing, we both started laughing too, and Amma said, "The pizza is getting cold, finish it." I glanced at Ayaat, and while watching TV, our pizza was also finished.

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As he looked at a photo of a girl, he remarked, "Perfect lips. For me, the perfect height is to be held in my arms. Perfect to become my dove." While dragging a knife along the girl's lips in the picture, he spoke as though she were his possession.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter. Just then, there was a knock on the door. He gestured for the person to come in.

A man entered, trembling as he spoke, "Sir, I have done as you instructed." The man was dismissed with a wave of his hand, and he returned to staring at the photo. At that moment, a girl in a red dress appeared before him, holding a glass of red wine. She handed him the glass, and he signaled for her to sit on his lap. With trembling legs, she complied.

As he continued to gaze at the picture, he said to the girl's picture, "Look how eager I am to hold you close."

He tugged at the hair of the girl seated on his lap, pouring wine onto her neck, letting it trickle down, savoring the flavor with his tongue. "Uhm, you smell good today," he murmured.

He then turned the picture over with a remote control and said, "Dove, one day you will be in my arms. Until then, live your life peacefully." With that, he kissed that girl harshly