That night, the stars hung low above the mansion as silence settled into every room.
Elena lay curled on the couch, a warm throw wrapped around her, her head tilted slightly toward the dim TV light playing a soft drama in the background. She wasn't really watching — her thoughts were tangled with one person only: Zain.
In the guest room upstairs, Zain sat quietly, scrolling through his phone. His heart was still dancing from the evening's warmth — the laughter, the food, the acceptance. He looked out the window and smiled faintly.
He never imagined things would turn out like this.But somehow, Elena had become the center of his world.
The Next Morning
Sunlight poured through the windows.
Zain, ever the early riser, was already dressed. He had a white shirt loosely tucked into his joggers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He headed to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast — eggs, toast, and some fruit.
He moved silently, almost gracefully.
Elena walked in, still in her sleepwear, hair messy, eyes barely open. She paused when she saw him.
"You're always in the kitchen, aren't you?" she teased.
Zain turned and smirked, "And you're always looking beautiful even when half-asleep."
She chuckled softly, walking up to him and leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Thank you for coming back last night," she whispered.
Zain wrapped an arm around her. "Anywhere you are… I'll always come back."
A Sudden Shift
They ate together, laughing over little things.
Until Elena's phone vibrated on the table.
She picked it up casually — but froze the moment she saw the name on the screen.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
She hesitated.
Zain noticed her sudden stillness. "Everything okay?"
Elena slowly answered the call. A male voice came through. Calm. Cold.
"Elena."
Her heart jumped.
"Who is this?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"It doesn't matter. But Zain… doesn't belong to you."
She stood up instantly, her chair scraping the floor.
"What did you just say?"
"Ask him about the name… Rashid Rahman. He'll know."
The line cut.
Zain stood as well, concern painted across his face.
"Elena… who was it?"
She turned to him slowly. Her lips trembled. "The caller… he told me to ask you about someone named Rashid Rahman."
Zain froze.
His expression shifted — just for a second — from calm to something unreadable.
Then… he smiled faintly, but the warmth was gone.
"I see," he said quietly.
Elena's breath caught in her throat.
"Zain… who is Rashid Rahman?"