What should I say to Rabia?" Zahra asked Zoha. At that moment, she was in her room, grappling with her inner turmoil. Zahra's question only added to her confusion, and she remained silent. Trying to interpret the silence, Zahra continued, "If you like someone else, then..." But she couldn't finish her sentence. Zoha shook her head and replied, "No, Ammi, it's not like that." After a brief pause, she added, "Do what you feel is right. I support your decision."

Zahra approached Zoha and said, "You shouldn't make any decisions based on me. I've learned everything. They are good people; the final choice is yours, baccha." As Zahra picked up her phone to show Zoha something, Zoha suddenly said, "Mujhe ye rishta qabool hai," (meaning "I accept this proposal.")

Zahra was taken aback by her response. She opened her mouth to speak further, but Zoha held her mother's hand and said, "Ammi, you must have chosen something better for me, and I am happy with your decision." Zahra hugged Zoha tightly and exclaimed, "I'll tell Rabia right now!" With that, she grabbed her phone and stepped outside.

After talking with her mother, Zoha tried to sleep, but she couldn't. So, she went to the balcony of her room and heard a noise coming from the main gate. Curious, she left her room and went downstairs. When she opened the door, she stood in front of the main gate. Her heart pounded, but she gathered her courage and opened it. She stepped outside, and although it wasn't too late, there was a noticeable silence.

She took a few steps away from her house to look down the big side street, wondering if it might just be a child. But then a voice in her heart warned her that it could be her stalker. She considered going back home but was too shaken by the thought. Suddenly, she felt as if someone was behind her. Fear crept in, and she turned around to see a man dressed entirely in black standing just five steps away. Confused and scared, she mustered her courage and shouted, "Hey! Stop! Who are you?" The man seemed to be trying to escape.

"Damn!" he cursed under his breath upon realizing he had been caught following her. He was tall and muscular, wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, hiding his hair. His sharp jawline and full lips were concealed behind a mask, and his eyes were obscured by black aviators.

The poor man couldn't escape from her.

"Well done, Zoha," she told herself. She grabbed the sleeves of his hoodie and turned him around, but his face was still covered. With her small hands, she grabbed his collar. Being 5'1", she had to jump a little to reach him, bending down slightly.

He froze when she grabbed his collar, a smirk playing on his lips beneath the hoodie. Despite his imposing height and muscular build, he found himself intrigued by this fiery little woman who had caught him so easily. "Well, well... looks like the little lioness has caught the wolf," he said, smirking.

Zoha heard him say something, but as she tried to comprehend his words, her grip weakened. He seized the opportunity, turning around and securing her hands behind her back. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Nice to meet you, Angelo." The moment his deep voice reached her, a shiver ran down Zoha's spine, freezing her in place.

He gently pushed her forward, his hands firm on her wrists as he brought her to stand in front of her house. The moonlight illuminated her figure, and he couldn't help but admire the way Anarkali hugged her curves. Leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear, he noticed another shiver ripple down her spine at his words, which only fueled his obsession.

Keeping her hands pinned behind her back, he intertwined his fingers with hers in a possessive hold. With his other hand, he gently tilted her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Angelo," he repeated softly, his voice sending another shiver down her spine. He reveled in the way the name sounded coming from his lips, especially since she had no idea who he was. "You're quite the catch, little Angelo," he murmured, his thumb brushing gently against her jawline.

His voice held her frozen for a brief moment, and when she felt his gloved hand on her chin, she pulled her hand away from his grip, punched him, and exclaimed, "How dare you, brat!"

He dodged her punch and quickly secured his mask back in place, knowing he couldn't reveal his identity to her-not yet, at least. Once again, he gripped her wrists tightly, preventing her from either punching him or attempting to remove his mask. "Watch your tongue, little Angelo," he warned, his voice stern behind the mask.

Though he held her hand tightly, when he said "Angelo" again, she managed to free her wrist from his grip and was about to punch him once more. However, she froze for a moment-perhaps it was his voice that repeatedly caused her to hesitate.

He watched as she remained frozen, her small fists raised in the air. God, she was cute when she was angry. He could almost picture those tiny fists hitting his chest. Unconsciously, he smirked behind the mask, his dangerous eyes softening slightly. "Try to hit me again," he challenged.

Once again, she failed to strike him. Frustrated, she demanded, "Who are you? Why are you behind me?" Just then, the barking of a dog interrupted her questions, giving him a moment to gather his thoughts behind the mask. He turned his head toward the dog, his eyes glinting ominously. Sensing his presence, the dog stopped barking and sat down, wagging its tail instead.

Zoha was shocked by the dog's behavior. It was the same dog that always barked at her, yet now it sat peacefully and wagged its tail. She thought to herself, "Wow, this is what I had left to see!"

He watched as Zoha's shocked expression transformed when the dog suddenly became calm. A small smirk played on his lips behind the mask. He had a unique way with animals, a talent he rarely revealed to anyone. Slowly, he released her wrists, testing to see if she would try to hit him again or attempt to remove his mask.

As soon as she noticed her wrist was free, she tried to swing at him. But before she could hit him, the dog gently tapped its paw on Zoha's feet.

He observed the scene with amusement, his smirk widening behind the mask. The dog's paw effectively stopped her from striking him. He chuckled softly, a low sound meant only for her ears. "It seems even the dog doesn't want you to hit me."

When the dog stopped her and gently tapped her with its paw, she didn't even get a scratch, but she still got scared. Standing at the gate of her house with her hands down, she said, "Kamine kahi ke."

He watched her retreat to the gate, her hands down as if surrendering. He found it amusing how quickly she shifted from aggression to fear. "Kamine kahi ke," he repeated her words softly, his voice barely audible. Slowly, he walked closer to the gate, with the dog following him obediently.

She backed off, entered the gate, and started to close the door, thinking about what would happen if he came inside.

He observed her closing the door, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew she was contemplating whether he would enter her house. He slowly approached her, the dog staying by his side, and stopped in front of her, looking down at her with his masked face.

He leaned in closer, his masked face inches from hers. "You thought about me entering your house, didn't you?" His voice was low and teasing, dripping with a confidence that made her uneasy. He could see her pulse quickening at her neck and her breath coming in short, nervous gasps.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, his masked face buried in her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply. "You smell unforgettable, Angelo," he murmured against her skin, his grip on her waist tightening possessively.

She pushed him away with all her might, and he let out a surprised grunt, stumbling back slightly as his mask tilted to the side for a moment. He watched in amusement as she ran toward the main gate and slammed it shut behind her. "Oh, she's a feisty one," he remarked.

"Kamina, pagal, gadha! Duniya mein jitne bhi kharab words hain, sab ho tum!" she exclaimed after closing the door and taking a deep breath. She vented her anger now that she was inside her house.

Through the closed door and his mask, he could still make out every word she said. He threw back his head and laughed, a deep, genuine laugh that echoed through the house. "Aww, such beautiful language from such a beautiful mouth," he said, pressing his hand against the door.

"Get lost, you fool!" she shouted again and then went straight to her room. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of their earlier encounter. Slowly, she walked to her balcony and stared down at the road.

From the road, he could sense her gaze from the balcony above. He stood there, his masked face turned toward her house, replaying her angry words and the way she had slammed the door. He chuckled to himself, finding her reaction amusing rather than off-putting.

He remained there for a long while, watching her silhouette against the balcony railing. He saw her looking down at the road, probably expecting him to leave. Instead, he leaned against the wall across the street, watching her house intently. He had all the time in the world.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her, his eyes gleaming with admiration. As he admired the shot, a sly grin spread across his face, brimming with obsession.

"Nasha surat ka hota toh kab ka utar jata,

Lekin mujhe toh talb teri sadgi ki hain!"

He delivered those lines with an intensity that revealed the soul beneath his facade-he was not just any admirer; he was a whirlwind of emotions, intoxicated with yearning, consumed by obsession, and utterly crazy about her. In that moment, he lost himself in a love that defied all boundaries, or maybe not.