A Friend In Disguise

Scene 1: Awakening

Zeyn stirred from his slumber, his mind caught in the haze of a dream. "A dream, is it a dream..." he muttered, his voice trailing off as he slowly regained consciousness.

"Zeyn, Zeyn," a voice called out urgently, cutting through the fog of sleep.

He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of his surroundings. Standing by his couch was a striking figure, a 6ft tall girl with Asian features. Her eyes glowed green, lending her an otherworldly aura that both intrigued and bewildered Zeyn.

"My Lord, wake up," she implored, her voice tinged with urgency. "We have to leave. I have to get you out of here.”

Zeyn's heart raced as he struggled to make sense of the situation. The girl he had been dreaming about was right before him, her presence shattering the boundary between reality and the subconscious. "Does this have to do with what has been topping the news chat, I mean the recent event?" he asked, his mind racing to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"They have been looking for you, my lord," she replied solemnly. "The Andrews are after your life."

Zeyn's mind reeled with disbelief, but a sense of danger gnawed at him, urging him to heed her words. Before he could formulate a response, the girl's voice pierced the air once more, commanding him to take her hand.

"Hold my hand," she screamed, her voice echoing in the room.

In an instant, she vanished into thin air, leaving Zeyn bewildered and disoriented. He questioned the reality of what he had just witnessed, grappling with the thin line between dreams and reality.

Scene 2: On Thin Ice

The next day, Layla paid Zeyn a visit, her presence a beacon of familiarity in the midst of chaos.

"How did you get in?" Zeyn questioned, his voice laced with both surprise and suspicion.

"I am still your PE, remember?" Layla replied with a hint of amusement. "And I have been trying to get hold of you the entire night."

Their exchange was fraught with tension, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air. Zeyn's accusations cut deep, but Layla remained composed, her resolve unshaken.

Slowly, she handed him her phone, revealing an article titled "Edited Photo of Hero Zeyn." The article painted Zeyn as a beacon of hope in his community, a hero who defied the odds to help those in need. It was a stark contrast to the suspicion and doubt that had clouded his reputation in recent days.

Zeyn's emotions swirled within him, a turbulent mix of gratitude and shame. "Layla, thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I have been wrong, but I owe you nothing for you to do this for me."

But Layla dismissed his gratitude with a smile, attributing her actions to nothing more than professional duty. "This too was part of my work," she insisted, her tone unwavering. "I managed to get you out of the situation with the same journalism skills that you criticized."

As their conversation unfolded, a newfound bond began to take root, forging a connection that transcended professional boundaries. Zeyn found himself reluctantly acknowledging Layla's worthiness of his trust, a realization that marked a significant shift in his guarded demeanor.

And so, as the day dawned anew, Zeyn rose to meet the challenges that lay ahead, his resolve strengthened by the unwavering support of a newfound ally.