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"I trusted you," Mirha said in a voice barely above a whisper, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her cheeks, trying and failing. Hadi paused for an entire second. "Well, you shouldn't have. Not my fault," Hadi spoke softly, evenly, his face pale and pinched as if trying to hold back emotions of his own. -------------- A best friend. A chase gone wrong. An empty promise. Out of control, unexpected run-ins. Out of control, unexpected feelings. And you've got a conundrum. Mirha Qadeer was a simple village girl new to the capital city. She felt like a fish out of water in her university but tried her best to fit in and study hard. She made a few mistakes along the way but she had never thought she would have to pay this high a price. Hadi Maher was not your nice, friendly guy next door, nor was he a ruthless bad boy. He was something else entirely. But whatever he was Mirha Qadeer should never have been a part of it. But she somehow forced her way in, and now he has to make a choice, a choice that will take too much from him either way, a choice that is threatening to undo him.

In the third year of her doctorate degree, right before her Gynea exam, Mashal is abducted. Before she knows it, long buried family secrets unfold, rendering her dumbstruck, heartbroken, and horrified. She had never expected to become a bait for some game of vengeance, nobody does. But what hurt her the most was the fact that the events of the past as she remembered weren't how they actually unfolded. Sometimes, people closest to you are the villians in someone else's story.