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Chapter 1
Whispers of a Mysterious Encounter
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INT. HOTEL ROOM – MORNING
Noor stood near the window, her gaze drifting beyond the glass.
The morning light filtered softly, painting the room with pale hues.
Her thoughts floated with the quiet outside—the distant hum of life, the gentle sway of trees, the world moving in its endless rhythm.
A sudden unease prickled along her skin.
Before she could turn, a firm hand grabbed her waist, pulling her back.
A cold steel pressed against her neck, hidden beneath the folds of her scarf.
Sadiq:
"Don't move."
Her breath caught, but she stayed still.
Noor:
"Is this how you treat a lady?"
His voice was calm, laced with danger.
Sadiq:
"Why am I here? Who are you?"
Noor:
"You're safe here."
Their eyes met through the glass—the faint reflection of her face ghostly in the windowpane.
His crystal blue eyes searched hers, fierce and unreadable.
The tension shimmered in the silence between them.
She swallowed hard.
Then—
FLASHBACK – EVENING
That evening, after Maghrib prayers, Noor took a walk along the street. The temperature had dropped, and the crisp air nipped at her skin.
She wrapped her scarf tightly around her, but the cold still managed to seep in. She kept walking, lost in her thoughts, when something caught her attention.
A man standing at the edge of the street, partially hidden from view. His clothes were bloodstained —his white shirt was soaked, and his black pants were marred with crimson stains.
He seemed to be trying to avoid being noticed, but his injuries were hard to miss. Noor's heart skipped a beat as she wondered who he was and what had happened to him.
Before she could make any sense of the situation, the man locked eyes with her. His gaze was intense, almost magnetic, as though he was searching for something in her eyes.
She noticed that his face was partially hidden behind a mask, but his eyes—
they were captivating.
His crystal blue eyes seemed to hold a depth that Noor couldn't understand, yet she was drawn to them.
She felt a sudden pull, an inexplicable connection between them.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The man took a step toward her, his movements slow but deliberate.
Noor felt a mix of curiosity and unease. Just as she was about to take a step back, the man reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her toward him.
His touch was firm, almost protective, but also demanding.
Before she could speak or react, he placed a finger gently over her lips, silencing her.
Her face was also almost hidden with the mask.
Only her captivating eyes were visible, and it was as if he had lost himself in them, just like everyone else who got mesmerized by them.
Noor could feel his breath on her face, the heat of his body warming her even as the cold air swirled around them.
His long, dark coat brushed against her as he shielded them from the outside world. His presence was overwhelming, and for a moment, she was frozen in place.
The sound of footsteps drew closer, and the man tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer.
Noor could feel the warmth of his blood seeping through his clothes, and her heart raced with fear and confusion
She could barely think, only reacting to the urgency of the moment.
Just as the footsteps grew louder, a voice broke through the tension. "Let's go. He's not here."
A man called out from behind them.
The group of young men, who had been searching for the man, turned and walked away.
The man released his grip on Noor, but she remained in shock. Her heart was still racing, and her anger began to build.
She was about to speak, to demand an explanation, when suddenly, the man slumped against her, unconscious. His body weakened, and he started to fall.
Noor instinctively caught him, her arms supporting his limp form as he collapsed. She guided him down to the ground, gently placing his head on her lap.
His pale face, still covered by the mask, looked even more fragile up close. His breathing was shallow, and she felt the weight of the situation bearing down on her.
Noor glanced around quickly, making sure no one was watching.
With a sense of urgency, she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, calling for help.
"Mehak appy," she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I need you. There's a man... he's hurt. I don't know what to do."
She stayed with him, her heart torn between helping a stranger and the confusion of what had just happened.
What did this man want from her? Why had he acted so mysteriously? And most importantly—who was he?
A few moments later, Mehak arrived with help, and they carefully lifted the man and took him to their hotel .
Mehak, with her medical expertise, tended to the man's injuries. As Noor watched her cousin's work, she couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was far from ordinary.
There was something about this man, something hidden beneath the surface, and Noor couldn't rest until she found out the truth.
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Who was he, and why was he so severely injured?
What could have possibly led him to such a desperate state?
The men searching for him—who were they, and what did they want from him?
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