In this chapter ,
there is a scene which was my most favourite .
I wanted to write this scene for a long time and I did it.

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Inaya's pov

I woke up with a jolt, my mind still reeling from the events of the previous day. As I reached for my phone, I realized I was running horribly late. Panic set in as I rushed to get ready, my thoughts consumed by the mysterious blue-eyed stranger and the factory incident.

As I ran downstairs, I saw my family having breakfast. "Good morning, guys!" I chimed, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness. But as I looked at their faces, I noticed the dullness and sadness. "What's wrong? Why are you all so sad? Did something happen?" I asked, concern etched on my face.

Dadu's eyes welled up with tears, and my heart sank. "Innu beta, you forgot? A few years back, on this very day, your elder sister went missing. It's been years, and we still can't find her anywhere." Memories came flooding back, and I felt a lump in my throat. I looked at my family and promised, "Dadu, Maaa, Paaa, I promise I'll find her and bring her back to you. Please don't cry; if you cry, she'll be sad."

I tried to lighten the mood with a joke about my classroom dreams, and they laughed, the tension momentarily broken. We had breakfast together, and after finishing, we said our goodbyes. Sarah and I headed out to the bus stop, walking side by side.

As we strolled, Sarah bombarded me with questions about Beta Didi's disappearance. "Didi, what happened to her? Do you think she's okay? Did someone take her? Why didn't we find her yet?" Her questions brought back a mix of emotions, and I hesitated, unsure of how to answer.

I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. "Sarah, I don't know what happened to her. We were all hoping she would come back, but it's been years. The police and everyone have been trying to find her, but...I don't know." I felt a pang of sadness and frustration.

"Before I could continue, I saw the bus approaching, its bright lights a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled in my heart. "I'll tell you everything, but let's catch the bus first. And, by the way, I have to dance today because of Aleena," I said, the words feeling like a reluctant confession. Dancing had always been my escape, my sanctuary, but it was also a bittersweet reminder of my sister's absence. I remembered the way she used to smile at me, her eyes shining with pride, as I mastered a new step. I remembered the way her hands used to guide mine, her touch warm and reassuring. But after she went missing, the music felt hollow, the movements mechanical. Aleena had been trying to convince me to join the dance team, and I had finally agreed, but the thought of dancing without my sister's laughter, her encouragement, and her presence felt like a betrayal."

As we boarded the bus, my thoughts drifted to my sister. "Where are you, Didi? Why are you still hiding from us? Is someone hiding you from us? I searched for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you. Maa, Paaa, and Dadu really miss you; please come back." I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about dancing today. The thought of moving my body to the rhythm, without my sister's guidance and encouragement, felt empty and hollow. I remembered the way she used to smile at me, her eyes shining with pride, as I mastered a new step. I remembered the way she used to hold my hand, her fingers intertwined with mine, as we danced together. The memories came flooding back, and I felt a pang of sadness. Would I be able to dance without breaking down? Would I be able to find my rhythm again, without my sister by my side?

Adnan's pov

As I sat down for breakfast with Grandpa, the silence between us was palpable. The mansion felt empty without the rest of the family, but I was used to it. Grandpa broke the silence, his voice weak but firm. "Adnan, you need to attend the MK Medical College today. It's the inauguration of the new block, and I was invited, but I'm not well, and your father has an important meeting."

I nodded, taking a bite of my toast. "OK, Grandpa. I'll make sure to represent the family."

Grandpa's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Adnan, you should get married soon. It's time for you to settle down and start a family of your own."

My anger flared up, and I felt my face heat up. I had expected this conversation, but it didn't make it any easier. "Grandpa, I don't believe in marriage. It's all just a social construct, a way to trap people into a life they don't want."

Grandpa's expression turned stern. "Adnan, you're a Malik. You have a responsibility to carry on the family legacy. Marriage is a part of that."

I shook my head, my anger boiling over. "I don't care about the family legacy, Grandpa. I care about living my own life, on my own terms. And that doesn't include marriage."

The argument escalated, with neither of us willing to give in. Finally, I'd had enough. "I don't believe in marriage, and I don't want to discuss it further," I said, my voice firm. "I'm done with this conversation."

I stormed off, leaving Grandpa looking disappointed and frustrated. I got into my car, where Sayyid was waiting for me. "Take me to the office," I instructed him. "And then we'll head to college for the inauguration ceremony."

As we drove, my mind wandered back to the hazel-eyed girl. I couldn't get her out of my head, and I found myself wondering who she was and what her story was. Suddenly, my anger towards Grandpa dissipated, replaced by curiosity and intrigue.

I turned to Sayyid, my mind still reeling from the factory incident. "I need to know who else was there," I said, my voice low and urgent. "Who was with us when we saved that boy? And how did they get there?" I paused, a thought striking me. "And there were girls with them."

Sayyid's expression turned quizzical. "Girls, sir?" he repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion.

I nodded, my eyes drifting shut as the image of the hazel-eyed girl flooded my mind. In the darkness, her eyes shone like stars, haunting me with their intensity.

As I closed my eyes, the image of the hazel-eyed girl lingered in my mind. I saw her standing in the factory, her eyes locked on mine. I saw the determination in her gaze, the fire in her soul. I wondered what she was doing there, and what her connection was to the boy we saved.

My thoughts were interrupted by Sayyid's voice. "Sir, we're approaching the office."

I opened my eyes, and the bright sunlight streaming through the window made me squint. "Good," I said, my voice firm. "Let's get some work done before the inauguration ceremony."

As we arrived at the office, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't imagine. The hazel-eyed girl had left an indelible mark on my mind, and I was determined to find out more about her.

Author's pov

As Inaya sat in the empty classroom, lost in thought, Aleena burst in, out of breath. "Innuuuu! I've been looking everywhere for you, and you're just sitting here?" Aleena's infectious energy was momentarily dampened by Inaya's tears. Concerned on her face, Aleena asked, "Innu, what happened? Everything okay? Tell me everything?"

Inaya attempted to brush off her tears, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Aloo. Let's go; the program's about to start."

Aleena's expression turned stern. "Not okay, Innu. If you're not telling me everything, we're not going anywhere."

Inaya sighed, and Aleena's persistence coaxed the story out of her. "It's just... my sister," Inaya began, her voice cracking. "Aloo you know right She went missing a few years ago, and our family... everyone's still reeling from it. I was really close to her, and it's been hard without her.  Today, I was thinking about dancing, and it just felt so empty without her. She used to teach me, encourage me... everything feels different without her."

Aleena's face softened, and she wrapped Inaya in a warm hug. "I'm so sorry, Innu. I had no idea. You're not alone, okay? I'm here for you."

As Inaya sat in the empty classroom, lost in thought, Aleena burst in, out of breath. "Innuuuu! I've been looking everywhere for you, and you're just sitting here?" Aleena's infectious energy was momentarily dampened by Inaya's tears.

Concern etched on her face, Aleena asked, "Innu, what happened? Everything okay? Tell me everything?" Inaya attempted to brush off her tears, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Aloo. Let's go; the program's about to start."

Aleena's expression turned stern. "Not okay, Innu. If you're not telling me everything, we're not going anywhere." Inaya sighed, and Aleena's persistence coaxed the story out of her.

"It's just... my sister," Inaya began, her voice cracking. "She went missing a few years ago, and our family... everyone's still reeling from it. I was really close to her, and it's been hard without her. Today, I was thinking about dancing, and it just felt so empty without her. She used to teach me, encourage me... everything feels different without her."

Aleena's face softened, and she wrapped Inaya in a warm hug. "I'm so sorry, Innu. I had no idea. You're not alone, okay? I'm here for you."

Their conversation continued, with Aleena trying to lift Inaya's spirits. "Oh Inaya, you didn't forget your promise, right? You're going to dance, right? Did you practice?" Aleena asked with excitement.

Inaya smiled weakly. "I am, but I think I won't be able to dance because it just feels so empty without her. She used to teach me, encourage me... everything feels different without her."

Aleena spoke in a comforting tone, "Innu, if you think you can't dance without your sister, then listen. When your sis is coming back, she will definitely ask why didn't you dance? If she was not there, that doesn't mean you can't dance... dance is a passion, an emotion." Aleena's words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing Inaya's doubts.

"And yeah, you're going to dance today. Did you select the song?" Aleena asked, trying to distract Inaya from her sadness.

Inaya nodded, and Aleena's face lit up with a smile. "And yeah, I do have a pretty dress for you. Chalo, let's go and enjoy today."

With a newfound sense of determination, Inaya went to change into the dress Aleena had picked out for her. As she put on the beautiful outfit, she felt a sense of transformation. The dress was a white colour, and the fabric felt soft against her skin.

When Inaya emerged from the dressing room, Aleena beamed with excitement. "You look stunning, Innu! Your sister would be so proud of you."

Adnan's pov

As I stepped out of the car, the warm sunlight caught my eye, and I squinted slightly before adjusting my gaze. My security detail flanked me, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a practiced intensity. I was used to this level of protection, but sometimes it felt suffocating.

I wore a simple yet elegant outfit – a black shirt with a cream-colored pant. I had skipped the suit today, feeling a rare urge to dress down. The principal and other dignitaries greeted me warmly, and we walked towards the new block of the medical college.

The students looked enthusiastic, their eyes shining with excitement as they showed me around the facilities. I listened attentively to their presentations, asking pertinent questions and making notes in my mind.

Finally, we made our way to the stage, where the principal began his speech. I settled into my chair, trying to feign interest. The familiar drone of his voice threatened to put me to sleep, but I forced myself to stay alert.

When it was my turn to speak, I stood up, adjusting my shirt cuffs. "Good morning, everyone," I began, my voice clear and confident. "I'm honored to be here today at this esteemed medical college. As future doctors, you'll face challenges that will test your skills, your compassion, and your resolve. But I have no doubt that you'll rise to the occasion, making a difference in the lives of your patients and contributing to the advancement of medical science."

I glanced out at the sea of faces, meeting the eyes of a few students who looked particularly engaged. "Remember, medicine is not just a profession – it's a calling. It's a privilege to be able to serve others, to alleviate suffering, and to bring hope to those who need it most."
As I finished speaking, the audience applauded, and I took my seat, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

After the lectures, they announced that there would be some more programs, and I decided to leave, but the principal said, "No, sir, please can you be with us a bit more time? It will give more happiness for students." He requested more, and I had no option but to agree.

One by one, each group performed, and it had been almost an hour. Since I didn't have any interest in this kind of stuff, most of the time I would be checking emails. This was just a waste of time.

When I took a glimpse of Sayyid, he was watching every performance with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey Sayyid, are you getting bored? This is just waste of time!" I said in an irritated voice.

"Sir, you know I haven't gone to school or college; I just studied myself. So whenever my sister comes from college, she used to tell me about her college programs. This is my first time seeing this, and it's also a new experience for me. I have to describe these events to my sister too," Sayyid said, and turned his attention to the stage.

As I thought about Sayyid, I realized that from the age of 10, his parents had left him with his 1-year-old sister, and from age 10 to till now (his age is 25 years), he has sacrificed his life for his sister. He has a good heart, but it has become cold-hearted for his sister's sake. I shook off the thoughts and tried to focus for some more minutes on programs.

I continued to watch the performances, my mind wandering to Sayyid's story. How had he managed to take care of his sister for so long? What kind of sacrifices had he made? And what kind of relationship did they have now? I was intrigued by this young man, who seemed to have a depth to him that I hadn't initially noticed. As I watched him, I noticed the way he was completely absorbed in the performance, his eyes shining with excitement. It was almost as if he was a kid again, untainted by the harsh realities of life.

On stage,
There was a boy in a black shirt and pants and a girl in a black saree dancing to "Ishq Wala Love," and the audience was screaming. Why were they screaming for them? As if they were dancing like superstars.

After their performance ended, I thought, "Are they lovers?" (smirking) "Oh dear men, she is a gold digger. You're just gonna cry or break down after she breaks you." My cynicism about love was rearing its head. I had seen it all before – the drama, the tears, the heartbreak. No thanks.

I decided to leave before the next performance and was about to tell the principal that he is leaving, but suddenly the host came and told, "Next, we have Inaya Ali Khan, a 2nd-year excellent student, is now here for a solo dance." The moment I heard the name, I paused. "Inaya" I have heard this name before. Yeah, that girl from the factory, the one with hazel eyes had also this name. With more curiosity, I leaned forward in my seat, my eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for that performance.

[Music:- Haan ke Haan (maharaj)]

As the music started, a dim spotlight zeroed in on her, and I felt my gaze snatched to the stage. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, a gentle blend of strings and piano that seemed to match the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

Ik Ik Kare Kyun Taare Gine
Kyun Maane Kaha Hum Kismat Ko

She wore a breathtaking white dress that flowed effortlessly around her, its delicate lace trim at the hem adding a touch of ethereal beauty. The dress shimmered with an otherworldly radiance in the dim light, drawing all eyes to her, but mine were already glued.

Chattiso Sun Milaye Kyun Gun
Kyun Joda Banaye Janamo Ka

And the moment she turns, my heart skipped a beat. "THAT SAME HAZEL EYES",which was troubling for me since yesterday, and now, I have finally found their owner.

Chal Tere Mere Iss Kisse Ka Sikka Uchhale
Hoon Chitt Mein Teri Hein Tu Patt Mere Hawale
Chal Tere Mere Iss Kisse Ka Sikka Uchhale
Hoon Chitt Mein Teri Hein Tu Patt Mere Hawale

As she began to dance, her movements seemed to flow seamlessly with the music, like she was one with the melody. Every step, every gesture, every sway of her body was perfectly in sync with the rhythm, as if the music was an extension of her own soul. Her feet barely touched the ground, and she seemed to glide across the stage, her movements fluid and effortless.

Kehta Hein Kya Tera Jiya
Bolo Piya Haan Ke Haan
Haan Ke Haan x2

The notes swirled around her, lifting her up, and she seemed to soar across the stage. Her face was a masterpiece of elegance, and my heart skipped a beat as our gazes met. I wasn't used to feeling this way; my world was one of control and calculation, not unexpected emotions. Yet, there was something about her that seemed to defy the norms of my carefully constructed reality. Her smile was the trigger; it sent a strange sensation coursing through my stomach, a feeling I hadn't experienced in years, perhaps ever. It was as if I had been punched, but instead of pain, there was this...this flutter. The music swelled, and she twirled, her dress billowing around her like a cloud.

As the chorus kicked in, her dance movements became more fluid, more expressive. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and her smile seemed to light up the entire stage. I was captivated, my gaze locked onto her as if mesmerized. The expressions on her face were a joy to behold, and I found myself lost in the depths of her hazel eyes. She was a vision of beauty, a work of art come to life. The music seemed to pulse through her veins, guiding her movements, and I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm.

Jo Nahin Hein Apne Bas Mein
Kyun Khaye Nibhaye Wo Rashme
Aa Chalaye Nayi Rasme
Ek Duje Ke Poore Kare Sapne

The melody dipped and swirled, and she followed, her body bending and swaying to the beat. Her dance was a testament to her skill and poise, each step perfectly executed, yet it was more than that. It was a expression of freedom, of joy, of letting go. And I was caught up in it, swept away by the tide of emotions that seemed to emanate from her very being. As the music built towards its climax, she seemed to rise above the stage, her spirit soaring on the wings of the melody.

As the final notes faded away, the audience erupted into applause, cheering and whistling, but I was frozen, my mind reeling with the implications of what I had just felt. For a man who had long ago sealed off his heart, this was...unsettling. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I wasn't supposed to care. Yet, as I looked at her, bathed in the warm glow of the stage lights, her smile still radiant, I knew that I had been touched in a way that I hadn't been in years.

The applause continued, but I didn't join in. I just sat there, my eyes locked onto hers, trying to make sense of the emotions that were swirling inside me. She took her final bow, and the audience cheered some more, but I remained still, my heart pounding in my chest. As the lights dimmed, and the stage emptied, I knew that I had to find out more about her. I had to know what made her tick, what lay beneath the surface of this poised and elegant exterior. And I would make sure that happened.

I came out of my thoughts when the principal asked, "Sir, there is a prize distribution for a few students. Would you like to join us? It will be a pleasure." I agreed, despite my initial reluctance. As we headed to give prizes, my mind wandered back to the mysterious girl I had seen on stage.

The ceremony began, and prizes were awarded to subject-wise toppers and the Best Professor. Then, the announcer's voice caught my attention.

"The next prize goes to the best academic student and the best performer of the day, Miss Inaya Ali Khan." I started searching for her in the audience, and there she was. She was coming forward, joyed and happy.

As she collected her prize, our eyes locked for a moment. I felt a spark of connection, and I was about to approach her when I heard a noise.

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